I'm usually returning here, anon! I wonder what I ever did, Patty, before you came here to live as our hospitable neighbours!" "There's half an hour, Azalea," said Van Reypen, "come for a toddle down to the brook, and let's talk things over." The two started off, and for a few moments walked along in silence.
Azalea was in a quiet, chastened mood,--a side of her character that Phil had never before seen, and he noted with pleasure the gentle sweetness of her face and the soft tones of her voice.
"It woke me up," she said, reminiscently, "when that man tried to take Fleurette from my arms.

I would have fought him like a tiger if I hadn't suddenly realised that the way to fix _him_ was by strategy.

I just happened to think that by means of the record I could fool him into believing we were in the library, when really we were flying to refuge.
I knew he wouldn't come in as long as he felt sure we were there, for he was watching out for the Farnsworths' return.

So, I tried the scheme, and it worked!" "Then you went bravely back to face the music!" "Oh, I wasn't afraid of him,--for myself.

He's not at all a ruffian sort,--and he never would have hurt the baby.