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Burton was glad to see Toddie come out of a brown study and hear him say: "I fink that placesh where the river is bwoke off izh the nicest placesh." "What does the child mean?" asked his aunt. "Don't you know where we went last year, an' you stopped us from seein' how far we could hang over, Uncle Harry?" said Budge. "Oh Passaic Falls!" exclaimed Mr. Burton. "Yes, that's it," said Budge.

He didn't say nothing 'bout not going into the woods, and we has been here for lots of hours. We is going home now 'cos we is hung'y, and 'cos my bow has got bwoke. We is awfu' unhappy we is mis'ble, but we is going home. Good-night, woman; don't keep us talkin' any longer."

It came nearer it came down the stairway and into the library, accompanied by Toddie, who, on spying me, dropped his inarticulate utterance, held up both hands, and exclaimed: "Djonah bwoke he tay-al!"

It's simply awful, they say, for a chap to be bwoke. As for this Stow-wy, if Stawms hasn't got the money to go aftah him, I'll let him have some of mine. You see, Bess," concluded Mr. Fopling, with a broad candor that proved his love, "I hate this cweature Stow-wy." "Why?" asked Richard, somewhat interested in his unexpected ally. "He spoke dewisively of me," and with that Mr. Fopling lapsed.

"Trouble frow store thing at bunny," said the little boy, "It bwoke an' all white stuff comed out!" "Oh, Trouble, did you throw grandma's soda at the bunny?" cried Jan. "Yes, I did," answered Baby William. "And it's all busted!" exclaimed Ted, as he saw the white powder scattered about on the woodland path. "We've got to go back to the store for some more. Oh, Trouble Martin!"

Half an hour of dirty work sufficed, with such assistance as I gained from juvenile advice, to accomplish the task properly; then I put the horned steed into the shafts, Budge cracked the whip, the carriage moved off without noise, and Toddie began to weep bitterly. "Cawwidge is all bwoke," said he; "WHEELSH DON'T SING A BITTIE NO MORE," while Budge remarked:

"I'm a fief," he whispered. "A fief like ve men in the pwison. But I'll tell now, I tookt ... I tookt ve 'parkle cwown when the man that came left it in ve hall. I bwoke ve paper and ve little bwown box, and it looked shiny, and I tookt it to play wif, and I was afwaid. It's in ve dooly-box at ve bottom. No one never asked for it, but I was afwaid. Oh, go an' get ve dooly-box!"

Arthur looked at her gravely. "I'se forgot. Was so many fings. And one sock is for Santa C'aus. I'm going to fill it all full of fings. A apple. And popcorn balls Marfa made 'em. And my dear woolly dog's for Santa. Will he care if it's foot's bwoke?" "But, Arthur darling," suggested Anne, "I wouldn't give the woolly dog away. You love it best of all your toys." "Yes, I do," agreed Arthur.

"Old riverzh bwoke wight in two there," said Toddie, "an' a piece of it's way up in the air, an' anuvver piece izh way down in big hole in the shtones. That'sh where I want to go widin'." "Listen, Toddy," said Mrs. Burton. "We like to take you riding with us at most times, but to-day we prefer to go alone. You and Budge will stay at home we shan't be gone more than two hours."

"I I dwopped him, an' bwoke off him's tail; an' an' then I dwopped him an' bwoke off him's ear! An' an' now him's all spoilt!" Claus laughed. "Never mind, Mayrie dear," he said. "How would you like this new dolly, instead of a cat?" Mayrie looked at the silk-robed dolly and her eyes grew big with astonishment.