"Why, my cousin's baby looks positively idiotic at times,--but this mite,--she knows it all!" And Fleurette did look wise.

Being in benign mood, she smiled at the big man who held her so gently, and put out a tentative fist toward his face.
"Born flirt," he declared, "just like her mother! Well, Patty, she's a wonder-child,--oh, I know 'em!--and I hereby constitute myself her godfather, without waiting to be asked." "Good! We accept the honour.

Make a bow, Fleurette." "No, the honour is mine.

She doesn't quite take it all in, yet,--but in days to come, she may feel real need of a godfather and I'll be there!" "What do godfathers do?
I never had any." "I'm not quite sure, myself.

I'm going to get a field-book,--or First Lessons in Godfathering, or something like that.