"Zere, pitty yady, 'tay ZERE. Now, 'ittle boy, I put you wif your mudder, tause mudders likes zere 'ittle boys wif zem. An' you sall have 'ittle sister tudder side of you, zere. Now, 'ittle boy's an' 'ittle girl's mudder, don't you feel happy? isn't I awfoo good to give you your 'ittle tsilderns? You ought to say, 'Fank you, Toddie, you'se a nice, fweet 'ittle djentleman."
"Azh wadiant azh ze matchless wose Zat poeck-artuss fanshy; Azh fair azh whituss lily-blowzh; Azh moduss azh a panzhy; Azh pure azh dew zat hides wiffin Awwahwah's sun-tissed tsallish; Azh tender azh ze pwimwose fweet All zish, and moah, izh Alish." I gasped for breath. "Who taught you all that, Toddie?" asked one of the ladies. "When did you learn it?"