a wonder-child,--oh, I know 'em!--and I hereby constitute myself her
godfather, without waiting to be asked."

"Good! We accept the honour. Make a bow, Fleurette."

"No, the honour is mine. She doesn't quite take it all in, yet,--but in
days to come, she may feel real need of a godfather and I'll be there!"

"What do godfathers do? I never had any."

"I'm not quite sure, myself. I'm going to get a field-book,--or First
Lessons in Godfathering, or something like that. But, anyway, I'm hers!
Oh, Patty, she's going to grow up a beauty! Did you ever see such eyes!"

Patty laughed at Chick's enthusiasm, which was too patently genuine to be
mere polite flattery, and entirely agreed in his opinion as to the good
looks of the small Fleurette.

"What did you bring her?" she asked, and Chick drew from his pocket a set
of small gold pins.

"For her bibs and tuckers," he explained. "At least that's what they told
me at the shop. I don't know much about such things."

"They're just right," Patty said, "and they're her very first
present,--outside the family. Thank you a thousand times,--you're
very thoughtful, Chick."

"I hoped you'd like 'em," and the big, warm-hearted chap smiled with
gratification. "Dress her up in them to-morrow, will you?"