"Dunno what you mean! I've no notion of working against you, Cousin. And don't you be high and mighty with me! We'll get along all right, if you meet me half way, but—"
Patty saw her chance. "Good, Azalea! There's my hand on that! We'll meet each other half way, and you consider my wishes and I'll consider yours."
The danger point was passed and Azalea smiled again.
"I want to see the baby," she said suddenly. "I love babies."
"To-morrow, please. She's asleep now."
"Well, I can look at her. I won't wake her. I'll be awful careful."
This interest in Fleurette touched Patty's mother heart, and she consented.
"Can I go this way?" said Azalea, looking at her kimono.
This garment was,—not entirely to Patty's surprise,—a horror of gaily flowered silkoline, but as they would see no one but the nurse, she said, "Yes; come along."
To the nursery they went and there, in her bassinette lay the baby, asleep. She looked like a lovely little flower, indeed, and Patty gazed with adoring eyes at the flushed little face.