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"Some claim you've staked out," and Chick grinned. "I want to see it all.
And,--moreover,--I want to see the rest of the family!"
Patty beamed. "You dear!" she cried; "do you really want to see my
daughter?"
"_My_ daughter," Farnsworth added; "but I didn't know you chaps would
be interested in our infant prodigy. I never cared about seeing other
people's babies."
"I do," stoutly insisted Channing. "I'm a connoisseur on kiddies. 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. He vows I claim the baby for all my own
property,--but I'll accord him a share in the place."
"It _all_ belongs to me," said Farnsworth, with a careless sweep of a big
arm.
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