One young girl played the violin for a record.
Taking their turn, Raymond and Azalea had what he called an impromptu scrap.

A few words of instruction were enough for Azalea's dramatic instinct to grasp his meaning, and they had a lively tiff followed by a sentimental "making-up" that was good enough for a vaudeville performance, and which Azalea knew would greatly amuse Patty and Bill when they should hear the record.
"Oh, what fun!" Azalea cried, "I never heard of such a thing.

I want to make a lot of records.

I'm going to make one of Baby!" She ran into the house and up to the nursery where Winnie was just giving the child her dinner.

"Goody!" cried Azalea, "now she'll be good-natured! Let me take her, Winnie." Not entirely with Winnie's sanction, but in spite of her half-expressed disapproval, Azalea took the laughing child and ran back to the phonograph booth.
"Let me go in ahead of you people, won't you, please ?" she begged, and the waiting line fell back to accommodate her.
But alas for her hopes.