Who's the airiest, fairiest, tiny mite?
Who's the pinky-goldiest Smiley-eyes in the whole world? Here she is!"
and big Bill took the baby, from nurse's arms, and flung her high in
the air, catching her deftly on her descent, while Patty held her breath
in apprehension. She knew perfectly well Bill wouldn't let the child
fall,--and yet, accidents had occurred,--and the crowing baby might
squirm out of the watchful father's arms.
But no accident happened and the two had their usual afternoon romp.
Little Fleurette knew her father and adored the big, comfortable man who
held her so firmly and tossed her up so delightfully.
"Now, it's my turn,--give her to me," said Patty, at last. Then Bill
deposited the child in her mother's arms, and the little one nestled
there contentedly. She was a good baby, and rarely cried or fretted.
Healthy and strong, she bade fair to become a fine big woman some
day, and Patty's leaping mind had already planned out her whole lifetime!
"I think I'll send her to the Mortimer School," she said, musingly.
"Why, that's a finishing school!" exclaimed Bill, knowing of the
fashionable establishment.
"Yes; I mean when she's ready to be 'finished,'" said Patty, calmly.
"Before that, she'll go to Kindergarten,--and some other school, I
suppose."
"I suppose she will; but we'll have a few years of her company here, at
home, won't we, before her schooldays begin?"
"Yes, of course, we're having them now.
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