"Lord takesh papa to heaven, an' Budgie an' me, an' we'll go walkin' an' see ze Lord, an' play wif ze angels' wings, an' hazh good timsh, an' never have to go to bed at all, at all." Pure hearted little innocents! compared with older people whom we endure, how great thy faith and how few thy faults! How superior thy love A knock at the door interrupted me. "Come in!" I shouted.

We rode quietly back to the house, and while I was asking Maggie to try to coax Toddie into taking a nap, I heard the patient remark to his brother: "Budgie, down to the village I was a whay-al. I didn't froe up Djonah, but I froed up a whole floor full of uvver fings."

"Guess not they'd make trouble in the golden streets, I'm afraid." "Oh, dear! then Phillie can't see my goat. I'm so awful sorry," said Budge. "I can see your goat, Budgie," suggested Toddie. "Huh!" said Budge, very contemptuously. "YOU ain't dead."

Suddenly he withdrew his head, put on an angelic smile, tilted his plate so part of its contents sought refuge in the fold of Miss Mayton's dainty, snowy dress, while the offender screamed: "Oo ee ! zha turtle on my pyate! Budgie, zha turtle on my pyate!" Budge was about to raise the plate when he caught my eye and desisted.

"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.

"Budgie tried to eat my candy," complained Toddie. "I didn't," said Budge. "What DID you do?" I demanded. "I didn't bite it at all I only wanted to see how it would feel between my teeth that's all."

"Ah, the day that THOU goest a-wooing, Budgie, my boy!" Toddie had seen but three summers, and was a happy little know-nothing, with a head full of tangled yellow hair, and a very pretty fancy for finding out sunbeams and dancing in them. I had long envied Tom his horses, his garden, his house and his location, and the idea of controlling them for a fortnight was particularly delightful.

"Then he can fwallow Budgie too, an' there'l be two Djonahs ha ha ha! Make his mouf so big he can fwallow Mike, an' zen mate it 'ittle aden, so Mike tan' det OUT; nashty old Mike!" I explained that Mike would not come upstairs again, so I was permitted to depart after securing the window.

"Is that the way not to be hungry?" asked Toddie, with wide-open eyes, which always accompany the receptive mind. "Certainly," said Mrs. Burton. "If you run about, you agitate your stomachs, and that makes them restless, and so you feel hungry." "Gwacious!" said Toddie. Come on, Budgie let's go put our tummuks to bed, an' keep 'em from gettin' ajjerytated." "All right," said Budge.

"I wants to come in your bed." "What for, Toddie?" "To fwolic; papa always fwolics us Sunday mornin's. Tum, Budgie, Ocken Hawwy's doin' to fwolic us." Budge replied by shrieking with delight, tumbling out of bed, and hurrying to that side of my bed not already occupied by Toddie. Then those two little savages sounded the onslaught and advanced precipitately upon me.