ind out about
it. But if it's as valuable as I think it is, you mustn't give it to
Vanity Fair,--or to anybody. 1636! My!"

Azalea looked a little crestfallen. Instead of being glad at the
unexpected value ascribed to her gift, she seemed decidedly put out
about it. She strolled round by Patty's booth. That enterprising young
matron had caused to be built for her use a little child's playhouse. It
was just large enough for half a dozen children, and would perhaps hold
nearly as many grown people. But it had a good-sized verandah and on
this were tables piled with the loveliest fairy-like gossamer garments
and comforts for tiny mites of humanity. Such exquisite blankets and
afghans and tufted silk coverlets and such dainty frocks and caps and
little coats and everything an infant could possibly use, from baskets
to bibs and from pillows to porringers.

And dolls,--soft, cotton or woolly dolls for little babies to play with,
and soft, cuddly bears and lambs. Rattles, of course, and bath-tub toys,
and all sorts of infants' novelties.

Patty, happy as a butterfly, hovered over her treasures. She wore the
immaculate white linen garb of a nurse, and very sweet and fair she
looked. Later, Fleurette was to grace the booth and attract all
observers by her marvellous baby charm.

At high noon the bazaar was opened with a flourish of trumpets and a
fanfaronade by the band. Farnsworth had given the services of a first
class band as his donation, and the musicians made good.

The scene was one of varied attractions. The place itself was lovely
with its wealth of flower gardens and shrubbery and the unique and
elaborate booths here and there among the trees made a striking picture.

Betty was queen of the soda fountain. A really, truly soda fountain had
been procured, and it was attended by white uniformed servitors who were
trained to the work, but Betty was the presiding genius and invited her
customers to sample her beverages, with free advice as to which flavours
and combinations she thought the best.

Raymond Gale was a general supervisor of several of the enterprises.

He had in charge the moving-picture men who had expressed a desire to
get some scenes of the gay throngs and were willing to pay well for the
privilege.

"You like the 'movies,'" he called out to Azalea, "come over here and
get into the game."

"Can't," she called back. "I have to be on duty at my wigwam."

"Oh, come along; the wigwam won't run away.