"No, she's fully normal size, Nurse says, but she's a tiny mite as yet," and Patty cuddled the mite in an ecstasy of maternal joy.
"I thought friend Nurse wouldn't let you snuggle the kiddy like that."
"She doesn't approve,—but she's still at her lunch and when the cat's away—"
And then the white uniformed nurse appeared, and smiled at pretty Patty as she took the baby from her cuddling arms.
"Come for a ride, Patty Maman?" asked her husband, as they left the little Fleurette's presence.
"No; let's go for a walk. I want to look over the west glade, and see if it will stand a Japanese tea-house there."
"All right, come ahead. You've not forgotten your dinky tea-porch?"
"No; but this is different. A tea-house is lovely, and—"
"All right, Madame Butterfly, have one if you like. Come down this way."
They went along a picturesque path, between two rocky ravines,—a bit of real scenic effect that made, indeed, a fine setting for a little structure for a pleasure house of any kind.