Carolyn Wells

Patty and Azalea Carolyn Wells

"Oh, Little Billee! Come quick, for goodness' sake! The baby's choking!"Patty was in the sun parlour, her arms full of a fluttering bundle of lace and linen, and herblue eyes wide with dismay at her small daughter's facial contortions."Only with laughter," Bill reassured her after a quick glance at the restless infant. "Give herto me."The baby nestled comfortably in his big, powerful arms, and Patty sat back in her chair andwatched them both."What a pleasure," she said, complacently, "to be wife and mother to two such finespecimens of humanity! She grows more and more like you every day, Little Billee.""Well, if this yellow fuzz of a head and this pinky peach of a face is like anybody in theworld except Patty Farnsworth, I'll give up! Why, she's the image of you, -except when shemakes these grotesque grimaces, -like a Chinese Joss.""Stop it! You shan't call my baby names! She's a booful-poofle! She's a hunny-bunny! She'sher mudder's pressus girly-wirly, -so she wuz!""Oh, Patty, that I should live to hear you talk such lingo! I thought you were going to besensibl