"And where's the milk ?" "You may have cream if you wish it, Azalea," said Patty, a little tired of smiling.

"Norah will bring some." "Oh, let me get it," and Azalea jumped up.

"I remember, Patty, you told me not to trouble the servants too much." "Sit down!" Farnsworth said, in a tone that made Azalea jump.

"Wait for Norah to bring it." "Oho! _you_ believe in making the lazy things work, don't you! What's the use of hiring a dog, and doing your own barking?
That's right!" Patty struggled with her annoyance, overcame it, and making a gesture to Bill to keep quiet, she warded off his angry explanations, and took the situation in her own hands.
"Here's cream, Azalea," she said, as the maid reappeared, "many people like it in after dinner coffee, and you're very welcome to it." "Licking good!" was the verdict, as Azalea stirred her coffee, and drank the tiny cupful at one draught.

"The sample's fine! I'll take a regular sized cup, please." "For breakfast," smiled Patty.