Patty and Azalea — Carolyn Wells

"Oh, Little Billee Come quick, for goodness' sake The baby's choking " Patty was in the sun parlour, her arms full of a fluttering bundle of lace and linen, and her blue eyes wide with dismay at her small daughter's facial contortions. "Only with laughter," Bill reassured her after a quick glance at the restless infant. "Give her to me."