Now, who wants to see my angel child?
Or would you rather go to your rooms first ?" "No, indeed," cried Elise, "let me see her right now.

If she's as pretty as the wistaria vine--oh, Patty, why don't you name her Wistaria ?" "Gracious, what a name! No, she's Fleurette,--or so Little Billee says.
Anyway, here she is." Patty led them to the nursery, and from the lacy draperies of the bassinette a smiling baby face looked up at them.
"What a heavenly kiddy!" Elise exclaimed, "Oh, Patty, what a daffodil head! Just a blur of yellow fuzz! And such blue eyes! She looks exactly like you! And exactly like Bill, too.

Oh, I never saw such a darling baby.

Let me take her,--mayn't I ?" "Yes, indeed.

She's no glass-case baby." Elise picked up the dear little bundle, and cooed and crooned in most approved fashion.
Apparently Fleurette understood, for she smiled and gurgled, and seemed to look upon Elise as an old friend.
Mona admired the baby but was more interested in the house.
"Show me everything," she begged Patty.