Housewifely Patty ran away, happy in her new role of hostess to a house
party.

The men still sat on the tea-porch, smoking, and talking over the
political situation.

"Here you are again," Chick greeted her; "but where's the che-ild? I must
see that youngster to-night. I've--I've brought her a present."

"Oh, well, come along, then," said Patty; "if you're really so anxious to
meet the young lady,--why wait?"

The two went up to the nursery, and though a little surprised at the
unexpected call, Nurse Winnie made no objection.

"Here's your new friend," and Patty lifted Fleurette out of her pillows
and presented her to Chick.

"What a beauty!" he cried, as he saw the golden curls and the big blue
eyes. "And so intelligent!"

"Of course! Did you think she'd look vacant?"

"They often do," said Chick, sagely. "Why, my cousin's baby looks
positively idiotic at times,--but this mite,--she knows it all!"

And Fleurette did look wise. Being in benign mood, she smiled at the big
man who held her so gently, and put out a tentative fist toward his face.

"Born flirt," he declared, "just like her mother! Well, Patty, she's