"I hardly think I shall, ma'am. And, incidentally, I suppose she is my
child?"

"No; a girl baby is always her mudder's own--only just her very own
mudder's own. Give her to me! Let me has my baby,--my ownty-donty baby!"

Farnsworth obediently handed Patty her property, and put another pillow
behind her as she sat in the low willow chair. Then he seated himself
near, and adoringly watched his two treasures.

It was mid-April and the Farnsworths had been married more than a year.
On their return from France, they had looked about for a home, and had at
last found a fortunate chance to buy at a bargain a beautiful place up in
Westchester County. It was near enough to New York for a quick trip and
yet it was almost country.

The small settlement of Arden was largely composed of fine estates and
attractive homes. This one which they had taken was broad and extensive,
with hundreds of acres in lawns, gardens and woodland. It was called
Wistaria Porch, because of an old wistaria vine which had achieved
astounding dimensions and whose blooms in the spring and foliage later
were the admiration of the whole countryside.

The house itself was modern and of the best Colonial design. Indeed,
it was copied in nearly every detail from the finest type of Colonial
mansion. Though really too large for such a small family, both Patty and
Bill liked spacious rooms and lots of them, so they decided to take it,
and shut off such parts as they didn't need. But no rooms were shut off,
and they revelled in a great library beside their living-room and