Let me see him." "He isn't him," laughed Patty, "he's a she." "So much the better," Chick avowed.

"I love girl babies.

Where is she ?" "You can't see her now, she's probably asleep.

To-morrow she'll be on exhibition.

I hear a car! It must be Mona!" "I'll go and fetch her," said Farnsworth, springing up, and after a short time he returned with two newcomers, Mona Farrington and her husband, Roger.
Then there was more greeting and exclamation and laughter, as the latest guests admired the new home, and accepted Patty in her becoming role of hostess.
"To think of little Patty as the chatelaine of this palatial menage!" said Roger, "and actually acting as if it belonged to her!" "It isn't palatial," corrected Patty, "but it _does_ belong to me,--that is, to me and my friend William.