I've kept watch night and day, and I've always been certain that Fleurette was either in Winnie's care or Patty's.

Patty wouldn't trust her with _me_ any more." Azalea spoke the last words wistfully, with a penitent look in her brown eyes.
"Small wonder!" cried Elise, who was listening interestedly.

"After you took that blessed child to--" "There, there, Elise," Farnsworth interrupted, "we _do_ trust Azalea.
Let her finish her story." Azalea gave him a grateful look and went on.
"When I went away from the house to-day, Patty was at home, so, though I knew it was Winnie's day off, I felt all right about Baby.

Then,--while we were out walking, I saw Winnie go by,--and soon after I felt a--a sort of presentiment that I _must_ go home.

I couldn't tell why,--only I felt I must come back to the house at once.