“Such a booful Patty!” the child exclaimed, delighted at seeing her again after so long a time. “Middy loves you drefful! See, Middy b’inged lot o’ Naws!”
“She means Noahs, ma’am,” explained the nurse who had Milly in charge. “They’re the dolls from her Noah’s Ark.”
Sure enough, the baby had the four straight-garmented puppets that represent in painted wood, the patriarch and his three sons.
They were up in Patty’s boudoir and the little one gaily stood her cherished toys round among the small ferns in the window-box.
Suddenly Patty grabbed her up and carried her off to have a feast of bread and jam and milk.
“Nice party,” the guest remarked. “Des Patty an’ Middy. Ve’y nice party.”
After the party, the little one was taken home, and so it was not until she went to her room that night, that Patty discovered the four “Naws” still marching through her ferns.
“Blessed baby!” she said to herself, as she collected the illustrious quartette, and laid them on the table to be returned to their owner the next day.
Then Patty threw herself in a big chair, to think over her problems. She hadn’t told Farnsworth that she was not now engaged to Philip, and she didn’t quite like to tell him, though why, she couldn’t say.
“I wonder who I like best of anybody in all the world,” she mused, as she played idly with Middy’s toys. “I’m as uncertain of that, as I am which of these four statuettes I prefer.”