"That's all we serve at night.

Are you fond of music, Azalea ?" "You bet! Why, we've got some records that are just bang-up!" "I remember Uncle Thorpe was quite a singer," said Bill; "do you sing, too ?" "Not so's you'd notice it! My voice is like--" But the description of Azalea's singing voice was interrupted by the entrance of two young people.

Betty Gale and her brother Raymond stepped in at the open French window, and laughingly announced themselves as daring intruders.
"Very welcome ones," declared Patty, jumping up to greet them, and then Farnsworth introduced Azalea.
"You're the real purpose of our visit," said Betty, her charming little face alight with gay welcome.

"We adore our neighbours, and they simply worship us,--so we're quite prepared to take any friends or relatives of either of them into our hearts and homes." "My!" said Azalea, unable to think of any more fitting response, and taking Betty's outstretched hand, with her own little finger carefully extended.
Betty Gale's eyes opened wide for a fraction of a second, then she as quickly accepted the situation, and said, cordially, "I'm sure we shall be friends.

And you must like my scapegrace brother, too, if only for my sake." "At first," supplemented Raymond, as he stepped toward Azalea, "but as soon as you know me better, you'll love me for myself alone,--I feel sure of that!" "My!" said Azalea again.