And don't you be high and mighty with _me_! We'll get along all right, if you meet me half way, but--" Patty saw her chance.

"Good, Azalea! There's my hand on that! We'll meet each other half way, and you consider my wishes and I'll consider yours." The danger point was passed and Azalea smiled again.
"I want to see the baby," she said suddenly.

"I love babies." "To-morrow, please.

She's asleep now." "Well, I can look at her.

I won't wake her.