I can take the child without a whimper from her,--and you know it! So, why not be sensible and come along too, and look out for her yourself ?" "You shall not take her!" Azalea looked like an angry tigress.
"Gee! Wish I had you on the screen like that! You're some picture!" "Please, Mr.Merritt," Azalea tried coaxing again, "please believe me,--I can't take Fleurette again.

Her mother--why, Mr.Merritt, you have children of your own--" "Sure I have! That's how I know how to treat 'em so well.

If mine were only small enough, I wouldn't need this little cutie.

Well, here goes, then!" This time he laid such a definite hold on the baby, that Azalea could scarcely keep the child in her own arms.
In her utter desperation, a new idea struck her.

She would try strategy.
"Oh, don't!" she cried, "rather than have you touch her, I'll go--I'll take her.