and Patty cuddled the mite in an ecstasy of maternal joy.

"I thought friend Nurse wouldn't let you snuggle the kiddy like that."

"She doesn't approve,--but she's still at her lunch and when the cat's
away--"

And then the white uniformed nurse appeared, and smiled at pretty Patty
as she took the baby from her cuddling arms.

"Come for a ride, Patty _Maman_?" asked her husband, as they left the
little Fleurette's presence.

"No; let's go for a walk. I want to look over the west glade, and see if
it will stand a Japanese tea-house there."

"All right, come ahead. You've not forgotten your dinky tea-porch?"

"No; but this is different. A tea-house is lovely, and--"

"All right, Madame Butterfly, have one if you like. Come down this way."

They went along a picturesque path, between two rocky ravines,--a bit
of real scenic effect that made, indeed, a fine setting for a little
structure for a pleasure house of any kind.

"Lovely spot!" and Patty stood still and gazed about over her domain.

"Seems to me I've heard you remark that before."