Little Fleurette knew her father and adored the big, comfortable man who
held her so firmly and tossed her up so delightfully.

"Now, it's my turn,--give her to me," said Patty, at last. Then Bill
deposited the child in her mother's arms, and the little one nestled
there contentedly. She was a good baby, and rarely cried or fretted.
Healthy and strong, she bade fair to become a fine big woman some
day, and Patty's leaping mind had already planned out her whole lifetime!

"I think I'll send her to the Mortimer School," she said, musingly.

"Why, that's a finishing school!" exclaimed Bill, knowing of the
fashionable establishment.

"Yes; I mean when she's ready to be 'finished,'" said Patty, calmly.
"Before that, she'll go to Kindergarten,--and some other school, I
suppose."

"I suppose she will; but we'll have a few years of her company here, at
home, won't we, before her schooldays begin?"

"Yes, of course, we're having them now. But they go so fast! Oh, Little
Billee, _all_ the days fly so fast,--I can't realise we've been married
nearly two years--"

"Nonsense! A year and nearly two months--"

"Well, it soon _will_ be two years! I never saw the time fly so! It goes
like a Bandersnatch!"