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"I suppose so, if we can," sighed Mrs. Burton. "I guesh we can Budgie an' me," said Toddie. "An' won't we be glad all them wimmens wented away!" That evening, after the boys had retired, Mrs.
Again the rasping travesty of melody: Some die of drinkin' whisky, Some die of drinkin' beer! Some die of diabetes, An' some "Shut up, you drunken fool!" said Carter, furiously. "Oh," said Jimsy, blinking his eyes rapidly, bowing deeply. "Ladies present. I shee. My mishtake. My mishtake, ladies! Well, guesh I go sleep now. Come on. Yac', put me to bed 'fore you go. Give you lil' treat.
She was recalling the words uttered by Tim long ago, when he vowed that he would see himself "a-drownin' in that dock first afore he'd ask a favor of her." "He has come up to his word," she said to herself, and then she bowed her troubled face. "Well, now," said Will, looking round with a worried face, "what next?" "Guesh I'll hic go home now. Thank you, sir," he said, bowing to Will.
"I take it," says I, "that you did meet dear old daddy?" "Washn't so very old, at thash," says Ernie. "No. Nor such a dear. Looksh like like Teddy Roosh'velt. Behavesh like Teddy, too. Im impeshuous. Very firsh thing he says is, 'And who the devil are you? 'Guesh? I tells him. 'Give you three guesshes. He he's no good as guessher, daddy. Grabsh me by the collar. 'You, you loafer! says he.
But who was all this on Louise?" "She insists I'm her guesh," says Ernie. "That made it very nice, then, didn't it?" says I. "But none of this accounts for the dent in your hat and the other rough-house signs. Somebody must have got real messy with you at some stage in the game. Remember anything about that?" "Oh!" says Ernie, stiffenin' up and tryin' to scowl. "Most most disagreeable persons.
"Never mind; give us the story." "Well," said Toddie, seating himself in a rocking-chair, and fixing his eyes on the ceiling, "guesh I'll tell about AbrahammynIsaac. Onesh the Lord told a man named Abraham to go up the mountain an' chop his little boy's froat open an' burn him up on a naltar. So Abraham started to go to do it.
I guesh we'd better try 'em, like mamma does the milk on hot morningsh when the baddy milkman don't come time enough," and Toddie suited the action to the word by plucking from a cluster the handsomest grape in sight. "I fink," said he, smacking his lips with the suspicious air of a professional wine-taster; "I fink they is gettin' sour." "Let's see," said Budge.
"Doncher zhink 's mos' time t' go?" "Ve vas dere now." "Home?" "Yah." "Can't say I'm pleased with your d'mestic surroundings, Boffski. Razzer too mush noise f' man of my temp'ment. Guesh I'll haffer bid you g'night, Boffski." "Nein." "Yesh, Boffski, mush go. Gotter 'gagement." "Vait. I haf not show you yet " "T' tell truf, Moffski, I've seen 'nuff. 'F I wasser shee more, might not sleep well.
"What makes you stop, Uncle Harry?" asked Budge. "Because you hurt me badly, my boy; you mustn't do that again." "Why, I guess you ain't very strong; that's the way we do to papa, an' it don't hurt HIM." Poor Tom! No wonder he grows flat chested. "Guesh you's a ky baby," suggested Toddie. This imputation I bore with meekness, but ventured to remark that it was bed-time.
"I do," said Budge. "Lots." "I don't," said Toddie. "More help I getsh, the worse fings is. Guesh I'll do fings all alone affer thish." "I know what to say to the Lord to-night, Aunt Alice," said Budge. "Dear little boy," said Mrs. Burton, "go on." "Dear Lord," said Budge, "we do have the awfullest times when we try to make other folks happy.
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