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But Toddie, he who a fond mama thought endowed with art sense, Toddie had throughout my recital the air of a man who was musing on some affair of his own, and Budge's exclamation had hardly died away, when Toddie commenced to wave aloud an extravaganza wholly his own. "And how did you get here?" I asked, with interest proportioned to the importance of Toddie's last clause.
"There!" said Budge, pointing to the trademark, in colors, of the makers of the crockery, "don't you see the turtle?" I abruptly ordered Budge to his seat, unmoved even by Toddie's remark, that "Dey ish turtles, but dey can't knawl awound like udder turtles." After breakfast I devoted a great deal of fussy attention to myself.
Burton hurried her nephews away, forgetting, in her mortification, to thank the general for his service, and placing a hand over Toddie's mouth. "It hurts," mumbled Toddie. "What did you touch the fish at all for?" asked Mrs. Burton. "It was a little baby-lobster," sobbed Toddie; "an' I loves little babies all kinds of 'em an' I wanted to pet him. An' then I wanted to grop him."
"All right," said Budge, moving off, "but they DO, don't they?" At two o'clock I instructed Maggie to dress my nephews, and at three we started to make our call. To carry Toddie's bouquet, and hold a hand of each boy so as to keep them from darting into the hedges for grasshoppers, and the gutters for butterflies, was no easy work, but I managed to do it. As we approached Mrs.
"No, your papa and mamma." Budge looked like an angel in an instant, but Toddie's eyes twitched a little, and he mournfully murmured: "I fought it wash an organ-grinder."
I even detected myself in the act of examining the mental draft of my proposed letter to Helen, and of being ashamed of it. But neither Toddie's fancy nor Budge's spirituality caused me to forget the principal object of my ride. I found a locksmith and left the lock to be fitted with a key; then we drove to the Falls.
I hastily slit open his sleeve from wrist to shoulder, and found the skin very red; so, remembering my mother's favorite treatment for scalds and burns, I quickly spread the contents of a dish of mashed potato on a clean handkerchief, and wound the whole around Toddie's arm as a poultice. Then I demanded an explanation.
To exclude Toddie's screams she closed her door tightly, but Toddie's voice was one with which all timber seemed in sympathy, and it pierced door and window apparently without effort. Gradually, however, it seemed to cease, and with the growing infrequency of his howls and the increasing feebleness of their utterance, Mrs. Burton's spirits revived.
For a moment Toddie's face indicated a terrible internal conflict between old Adam and mother Eve, but curiosity finally overpowered natural depravity, and Toddie murmured: "Yesh." "What shall I tell you about?" "'Bout Nawndeark." "About WHAT?" "He means Noah an' the ark," exclaimed Budge. "Datsh what I shay Nawndeark," declared Toddie.
"Goodness!" I exclaimed. "I should think your mother could buy you respectable dolls, and not let you appear in public with those loathsome rags." "We don't like buyed dollies," explained Budge. "These dollies is lovely; mine's name is Mary, an' Toddie's is Marfa." "Marfa?" I queried. "Yes; don't you know about "Marfa and Mary's jus' gone along To ring dem charmin' bells,
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