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"If a big'tone wazh inshide of ME," said Toddie, "I'd take it out an' frow it at the shickens." "Toddie," said I, "aren't you glad papa an' mamma are coming?" "Yesh," said Toddie, "I fink it'll be awfoo nish. Mamma always bwings me candy fen she goes away anyfere." "Toddie, you're a mercenary wretch." "AIN'T a mernesary wetch; Izhe Toddie Yawncie."
"No of course not. Don't be silly, Budge." "Well, I think about him a good deal, an' I don't think it's silly a bit. I hope he'll go to heaven when he dies. Do angels have goat-carriages, Uncle Harry?" "No, old fellow they can go about without carriages." "When I goesh to hebben," said Toddie, rising in bed, "Izhe goin' to have lots of goat-cawidjes an' Izhe goin' to tate all ze andjels a widen."
"Izh restless hearts like restless tummuks?" interrupted Toddie. "Kind o' limpy an' wabbley?" "I suppose so," said Mrs. Burton. "Poor folks," said Toddie clasping, his hands over his waistband: "Izhe sorry for 'em." "While smart folks were trying to think out what should be done," continued Mrs.
"Well, Izhe GOIN' to be dead some day 'an zen your nashty old goat sha'n't see me a bit see how he like ZAT." And Toddie made a ferocious attack on a slice of melon nearly as large as himself. After lunch Toddie was sent to his room to take his afternoon nap, and Budge went to the barn on my shoulders.
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