"Taller?"

"Mercy no! I mean mentally. You seem more--more grown up like."

"Everybody is, since the war work. Yes, Phil, I have grown,--I hope."

"There, there," warned Patty; "no serious talk just now, please,--and no
war talk. For the moment, I claim your attention to my new house and its
surroundings."

"Some claim you've staked out," and Chick grinned. "I want to see it all.
And,--moreover,--I want to see the rest of the family!"

Patty beamed. "You dear!" she cried; "do you really want to see my
daughter?"

"_My_ daughter," Farnsworth added; "but I didn't know you chaps would
be interested in our infant prodigy. I never cared about seeing other
people's babies."

"I do," stoutly insisted Channing. "I'm a connoisseur on kiddies. Let me
see him."

"He isn't him," laughed Patty, "he's a she."

"So much the better," Chick avowed. "I love girl babies. Where is she?"

"You can't see her now, she's probably asleep. To-morrow she'll be on
exhibition. I hear a car! It must be Mona!"