"That's right, Zaly, dear," Patty cried, "you're my girl, first, last and all the time! And we'll both do as Betty says,—because she knows it all! She knows lots more than I do."
"Indeed I do!" and the saucy Betty laughed. "Well, then, I'll arrange for a dance for Azalea very soon. Do you dance?"
"I don't know," replied Azalea, "I never tried."
CHAPTER VII
MYSTERIOUS CALLERS
Big Bill Farnsworth came into the nursery, where Patty was playing with the baby. It was the nurse's luncheon hour, and Patty always looked after Fleurette then.
"Take her, Daddy," Patty cried, holding up the soft, fragrant little bundle of happy humanity, and Farnsworth grasped the child in his strong careful way, and tossed her up high above his head.
The baby laughter that followed proved Fleurette's delight in this performance, and she mutely insisted on its repetition.
"Azalea does that," said Patty, in a troubled tone, "she is strong and very athletic, I know, but I can't bear to see anybody toss baby around but you."
"No; Azalea oughtn't to do it,—she is strong, but she isn't careful enough. Don't allow it, Patty."