Adare laughed uneasily as he seated himself opposite Philip.
"I don't like to see the little beggar like that," he said, taking to shake off his own and Philip's fears with a smile.

"It was Mignonne who scared me--her face.

She has nursed so many sick babies that it frightened me to see her so white.

I thought he might be--dying." "Cutting teeth, mebby," volunteered Philip.
"Too young," replied Adare.
"Or a touch of indigestion, That brings fever." "Whatever it is, Josephine will soon have him kicking and pulling my thumb again," said Adare with confidence.

"Did she ever tell you about the little Indian baby she found in a tepee ?" "No." "It was in the dead of winter.