CHAPTER VIII.
MISSING! Elise gave one glance at Patty's white, scared face and one glance At Nurse Winnie's red, frightened face, and then she herself began To scream.
"Stop that, Elise!" Patty cried, "it's bad enough to have my baby kidnapped, without your yelling like a Comanche! Hush, I tell you!" But Elise wouldn't, or couldn't hush.

The word "kidnapped" upset any composure she may have had left, and she burst into hysterical sobbing.
"Of course," she said brokenly, between sobs, "she's kidnapped! You and Bill are so--so wealthy and grand--she's just the child the kidnappers would pick out for ransom--and--" "Don't--don't, Elise," begged Patty, her voice shaking; "I don't believe she's kidnapped at all.

It's far more likely Azalea took her out for a ride or something.

She's crazy over the baby and she always wants to have her to herself, but, she says, Winnie won't let her." "And indeed not!" spoke up the nurse.

"Miss Thorpe,--she tosses the child about in a way that'd fair curdle your blood! That she does!" "That's true," said Patty.