"Oh, well, come along, then," said Patty; "if you're really so anxious to meet the young lady,—why wait?"
The two went up to the nursery, and though a little surprised at the unexpected call, Nurse Winnie made no objection.
"Here's your new friend," and Patty lifted Fleurette out of her pillows and presented her to Chick.
"What a beauty!" he cried, as he saw the golden curls and the big blue eyes. "And so intelligent!"
"Of course! Did you think she'd look vacant?"
"They often do," said Chick, sagely. "Why, my cousin's baby looks positively idiotic at times,—but this mite,—she knows it all!"
And Fleurette did look wise. 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. She doesn't quite take it all in, yet,—but in days to come, she may feel real need of a godfather and I'll be there!"