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She had grown accustomed to wake at the first sound in the boys' room, and on the morning of her mistress's birthday the first sound she heard was: "Tod!" No response could be heard; but a moment later the chambermaid heard: "T o o od!" "Ah h h ow!" drawled a voice, not so sleepily but it could sound aggrieved. "Wake up, dear old Toddie, budder it's Aunt Alice's birthday now."
"Ocken Hawwy," cried Toddie, running impetuously toward me, pulling me down, and patting my cheek with his muddy black hand, "I LOVES you for takin' me out de water." "I accept your apology," said I, "but let's hurry home." There was but one residence to pass, and that, thank fortune, was so densely screened by shrubbery that the inmates could not see the road.
After a great deal of thought, I determined to consult the children themselves, and try to learn what their parents' custom had been. "Budge," said I, "what do you do Sundays when your papa and mama are home? What do they read to you, what do they talk about?" "Oh, they swing us lots!" said Budge, with brightening eyes. "An' zey takes us to get jacks," observed Toddie.
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."
Under my stern glance Toddie gradually lost interest in his doll, and began to thrust forth his piteous lower lip, and to weep copiously. "Dee Lord, not make me sho bad." He even retired to a corner and hid his face in self-imposed penance. "Never mind, Toddie," said I sadly; "you didn't mean to do it, I know." "I wantsh to love you," sobbed Toddie. "Well, come here, you poor little fellow."
"I keeps it in ze bookcase djawer, and somebody took it 'way an' put nasty ole flowers in it." "Where are those flowers?" I demanded. Toddie looked up with considerable surprise, but promptly replied, "I froed 'em away don't want no ole flowers in my dolly's k'adle. That's ze way she wocks see?"
Burton entered, and, with a most exasperating affection of ingenuousness and uncertainty, asked: "Did you conquer his will, my dear?" His wife annihilated him with a look, and led the way to the dining-room; meanwhile Toddie awoke, straightened himself, rubbed his eyes, recognized his uncle and exclaimed: "Uncle Harry, does you know where we's goin' this afternoon? We's goin' a-widin'." And Mr.
Now, had there been an atom of pride in my composition I might have glorified myself, for it certainly seemed as if the heap upon the floor could never have come out of a single trunk. Clearly, Toddie was more of a general connoisseur than an amateur in packing. The method of his work I quickly discerned, and the discovery threw some light upon the size of the heap in front of my trunk.
He was certainly a dreadful-looking animal, but he had an enormous mouth, which Toddie caressed with his pudgy little hand, and kissed with tenderness, murmuring as he did so: "DEE old whay-al, I loves you. Is Jonah all goneded out of you 'tomach, whay-al? I finks 'twas weal mean in Djonah to get froed up when you hadn't noffin' else to eat, POOR old whay-al."
"I should think your mother might buy you respectable dolls, and not let you appear in public with these loathsome rags." "We don't like buyed dollies," said Budge. "These dollies is lovely. Mine's got blue eyes and Toddie's has got brown eyes." "I want to shee your watch," remarked Toddie, snatching the chain and rolling into my lap. "Oh-oo-ee!
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