ulous! We'll have to
put her in an orphan asylum or something like that."

"It's a shame," said Nan, "to put this dear little mite in a horrid old
asylum. I think I shall adopt her myself."

Little Rosabel had begun to grow restless, and suddenly without a word of
warning she began to cry lustily, and not a quiet well-conducted cry
either, but with ear-splitting shrieks and yells, indicative of great
discomfort of some sort.

"I've changed my mind," said Nan, abruptly. "I don't want to adopt any
such noisy young person as that. Here, take her, Patty, she's your
property."

Patty took the baby, and carried her into the house, fearing that
passers-by would think they must be torturing the child to make her
scream like that.

Into the dining-room went Patty, and on to the kitchen, where she
announced to the astonished cook that she wanted some milk for the baby
and she wanted it quick.

"Is there company for dinner, Miss Patty?" asked the cook, not
understanding how a baby could have arrived as an only guest.

"Only this one," said Patty, laughing, "what do you think she ought to
eat?"

"Bread and milk," said the cook, looking at the child with a judicial
air.

"All right, Kate, fix her some, won't you?"

In a few moments Patty was feeding Rosabel bread and milk, which the
child ate eagerly.

Impelled by curiosity, Nan came tip-toeing to the kitchen, followed by
the two men.

"I thought she must be asleep," said Nan, "as the concert seems to have
stopped."

"Not at all," said Patty, calmly, "she was only hungry, and the fact
seemed to occur to her somewhat suddenly."

Little Rosabel, all smiles again, looked up from her supper with such
bewitching glances that Nan cried out, "Oh, she is a darling! Let me help
you feed her, Patty."

In fact they all succumbed to the charm of their uninvited guest. During
dinner Rosabel sat at the table, in a chair filled with pillows, and was
made happy by being given many dainty bits of various delicacies, until
Nan declared the child would certainly be ill.

"I don't believe she is more than a year old," said Nan, "and she's
probably unaccustomed to those rich cakes and bonbons."

"I think she's more than a year," said Patty, sagely, "and anyway, I want
her to have a good time for once."

"She seems to be having the time of her life," said Dick Phelps, as he
watched the baby, who with a macaroon in one hand, and some candied
cherries in the other, was smiling imp