Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-06-15
CHAPTER II.

Il should IKE you TO Wneel me ROUND
the winter garden, Forman."
II can't this morning, l am afraid,
Miss Babette. These creepers must be
pruned and nailed up"
"Not-not for just little while?" Ba-
bette's voice was very pleading.
Il am very sorry, Miss Babette, but I
can't leave my work today. Still, some
one else-perhaps nurse"
Nurse doesn't like me-" Babette said,
the ready tears springing into her eyes.
Least, / think she doesn't. When she
wheels me she bumps me over all the
stones, and Pat-well, Pat was awake
nearly all last night, cause my back was
bad, and l couldn't sleep. l guess she is
lying down now. Not just a little, little
ride. Forman?" she added, wheedlingly.
81 couldn't now, Miss Babette.a 1t
would be as much as my place is WORTH"
said Forman. "Mr. Briggs spoke quite
sharp about it last week when he saw
ne"
Babette burst into noisy weeping.
81 do wish my dad was alive!" she
sobbed. 'tHe would have said, You can
leave your work in a minute, Forman-
your most important work-if my Ba-
bette wants your"
cay, Miss Babette, it would have been
all right then. But don't cry. Pn tell
you what l will do"
"What?" Babette hushed her sobbing.
eff you can wait till Pit won't be
very long now-I have an hour for din
ner then, and will take you all round
the winter garden"
"Will you-win you really, Forman?
Then / don't mind Bit"
Babette's shrill voice reached Patricia
as she lay back in her big chinz- covered
chair in the cool, shaded library.
She sighed a little as she caught the
echoes of her young sisters laughter later
on. Babette was happy for the moment
anyhow, she told herself-that was some
thing at least. She had come down pre-
pared to take Babette out herself, but
had paused on hearing the sound of voices
outside, and was too thoroughly exhaust
ed by her bad night not to welcome the
prospect of even few minutes respite.
Ever since her coming to the Towers, a
fortnight ago, she had devoted herself to
nursing her little sister with a whole
hearted entirety which had been mainly
responsible in warding off the threatened
attack of pneumonia.
But what was to be done with Babette
IN the future? That question was daily
becoming more of problem. Hitherto,
absorbed in her love for Stonor, she had
been content to neglect this subject to a
certain extent. Babette was with the
ether children's nurses. Patricia sup
posed she got her full share of attention,
and, though the child chung to her when
she was at the Towers, she had never
until now realized the difference their
fathers death and their changed fortunes
had made in Babette's life as well as in
htr own. From being the petted darling
Of the household, with every desire graft
led, every whim obeyed, she had become
merely one, and the most troublesome
one, OF large nursery party. Small
wonder that the child, constitutionally
delicate, pinned and fretted under the new
regime and that the lessons to which she
vas promoted with Miss Law, her elder
cousins governess, were an additional
burden instead of welcome distraction
S'nce Babette had been her charge Pa
trlcla had seen plainly enough how hurt
Iul her present life was for the child,
without knowing for the present any way
o. remedying it. The tears came in her
eyes as she told herself that she was a
failure all around. The rich marriage
mat her friends had so confidently pre-
oI"ted for her had not come off, and Sto-
nor detection at the end of her last sea-
son mad left her stranded socially.
She began to revolve various plans for
getting her own living and taking Ba-
bette to live with her, only to reject each
one IN turn.
again.
On the 10th of July / shall be 10
EARS .t ole" she announced proudly, "and
then l am not cling to be called Babette
ouy longer: / am going to have my own
plofer name, Rosemary. Do you think it
Is pretty Forman?"
cry pretty" the gruff masculine
W e assented.
., II Is not my only name, you know"
, ,,,e ehlld went on Importantly. 81 have
- 1hore-Millieent and Paulina. hose
.l1ry Ahliicent Paulina Drummond. Pat
II is too long for a little girl like
e. ~ what is your name, Forman-your
Justin"