this week-end to ourselves,--I love to have guests, but once in a
while,--you know--"

"I do know!" declared Farnsworth, "and I'd be willing to have 'em twice
in a while--"

"Have what?"

"Week-ends alone with you! Oh, I like company, too,--have all you want,
but now and then--just now and then, a family party looks good to me!
Where's our blessed child at the moment?"

"She ought to be here,--it's time. Winnie usually brings her for her
afternoon visit to her proud parents. And here she comes! Here's mudder's
own Poggly-woggly Pom-pom head!"

"What delightful names you invent! Let me have a try at it! Here's
Fodder's own Piggly-winktum! There, how's that?"

"Perfectly horrid! Sounds like a pig!"

"All right, let's try again. Who's the airiest, fairiest, tiny mite?
Who's the pinky-goldiest Smiley-eyes in the whole world? Here she is!"
and big Bill took the baby, from nurse's arms, and flung her high in
the air, catching her deftly on her descent, while Patty held her breath
in apprehension. She knew perfectly well Bill wouldn't let the child
fall,--and yet, accidents had occurred,--and the crowing baby might
squirm out of the watchful father's arms.

But no accident happened and the two had their usual afternoon romp.