"Such a GOOD child," Mrs. Kenerley was saying; "she NEVER cries,
and she's SO loving and affectionate."
"Oh, she's a heavenly baby!" cried Mona, in raptures of
appreciation, and then along came the baby's father, fresh from
his ocean dip.
"You must choke off my wife," he said, smiling, "if she gets
started on a monologue about that infant prodigy! She can keep it
up most of the hours out of the twenty-four, and go right over it
all again next day!"
"And why not?" cried Mona. "SUCH a baby deserves appreciation. I
can hardly wait till to-morrow to wake her up and play with her."
"She's a good enough kiddy," said the proud young father, trying
to hide his own enthusiasm.
"Now, Jim," cried his wife, "you know perfectly well you're a
bigger idiot about that child than I am! Why, would you believe,
Mona--"
"There, there, Adele, if you're going to tell anecdotes of my
parental devotion, I'm going to run away! Come on, Farnsworth,
let's go for a stroll, and talk over old times."
The two men walked off together, and the party generally broke up.
Most of them went to their rooms to rest or dress for dinner, and
Patty concluded that she would grasp the opportunity to write a
letter to Nan, a task which she enjoyed, but rarely found time
for.
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