We all like a lot of babyin' after we've been hurt, whether we own up to it or not, an' Pluto wasn't any exception to the rule.

I had not been five minutes at his side when his special nurse hurried up and warned me to leave, saying: "It's surgeon's orders. He's not going to have any babyin'!" I drew my hands from the frantic grasp, took away that last hold on human sympathy, and hurried oat, while his cry of "Oh, mutter! mutter!" rung in my ears as I turned and looked on his pure high brow for the last time.

Now of course I don't know nothin' about it, but I think all that boy needs is a little babyin', to make him fergit his troubles. Yes'm, that boy's lonely. Bein' sick this way has took the heart out of 'im and made 'im sorry for himself, like a kid that wants his mother. And so well," he said, turning abruptly away, "that's all, jest thought I'd tell you."