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But you sing, or whistle or something, so's I'll know you're right there." "All right," and Azalea's heart beat fast, for she had a splendid scheme. Into the library she carried Fleurette, singing as she went, and once in the room, she put the baby on a chair and flew for the record rack. Quickly she found the record of the baby's crying spell and put it in place in the phonograph.
Patty laughed at Chick's enthusiasm, which was too patently genuine to be mere polite flattery, and entirely agreed in his opinion as to the good looks of the small Fleurette. "What did you bring her?" she asked, and Chick drew from his pocket a set of small gold pins. "For her bibs and tuckers," he explained. "At least that's what they told me at the shop. I don't know much about such things."
But no accident happened and the two had their usual afternoon romp. Little Fleurette knew her father and adored the big, comfortable man who held her so firmly and tossed her up so delightfully. "Now, it's my turn, give her to me," said Patty, at last. Then Bill deposited the child in her mother's arms, and the little one nestled there contentedly.
Van Reypen is here too, and I think I'll take Fleurette down on the porch for half an hour. When she gets sleepy I'll bring her up here." "Very well, Miss Thorpe. I'll be here." Janet busied herself about the nursery and Azalea went downstairs with the baby in her arms.
Chase is a host in herself, and Nurse Winnie takes full charge of my child, with Susie's help." "Do you own that infant exclusively, ma'am? I notice you always say my child!" "As I've told you, you don't count. Why, you won't really count until the day when some nice young man comes to ask you for the hand of Mademoiselle Fleurette." "Heaven forbid the day! I'll send him packing!"
"She's all right, she's over to Mrs. Gale's." "Mrs. Gale's!" and Patty flew off like the wind, caring for nothing but the assurance of her own eyes that Fleurette was safe. "Help me, Bill," said Azalea, going toward Farnsworth, "you said once, you'd defend me." "I will, dear. What's this all about? Who are you?" He addressed Merritt quietly, but with a fire in his blue eyes that was disturbing.
Being in benign mood, she smiled at the big man who held her so gently, and put out a tentative fist toward his face. "Born flirt," he declared, "just like her mother! Well, Patty, she's a wonder-child, oh, I know 'em! and I hereby constitute myself her godfather, without waiting to be asked." "Good! We accept the honour. Make a bow, Fleurette." "No, the honour is mine.
"Of course, I'll take up the matter of Fleurette with Azalea, separately," Farnsworth went on. "But even if she's determined on her career, I feel sure we can persuade her to leave her little assistant out of it!" "I rather just guess we can!" and Patty cuddled the baby to her breast. "Well, the crowd will gather on the porch soon.
Fleurette graced her mother's booth with her presence, later in the afternoon, and quite redeemed her reputation for good nature, by smiling impartially on everybody, and gurgling a welcome to all who looked at her. The little garments and toys of Patty's booth were soon sold out, for they were choice bits of needlework and found ready buyers.
Bixby had needed a very young baby in a certain picture and Azalea, anxious to please, had offered to bring Fleurette over. She was herself so devoted to the little one and so careful of her, she felt no fear of any harm coming to her. Nor did it, for the infant was good and tractable, and did all that was required of her without any trouble.
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