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As I went into the latter room I heard some one at the wash-stand, which was in the alcove, and on looking I saw Toddie drinking the last of the contents of a goblet which contained a dark-colored mixture. "Ize takin' black medshin," said Toddie; "I likes black medshin awfoo muts." "What do you make it of?" I asked, with some sympathy, and tracing parental influence again.
"Thirty-one!" exclaimed Mrs. Burton, after counting the heap. "How complimentary!" "What doesh you do for little boys on your bifeday?" asked Toddie, after breakfast was served. "Mamma does lots of fings." "Yes," said Budge, "she says she thinks people ought to get their own happy by makin' other people happy. An' mamma knows better than you, you know, 'cause she's been married longest."
I sprang down the terrace and out upon the lawn, looked up, and beheld my youngest nephew strutting back and forth on the tin roof of the piazza, holding over his head a ragged old parasol. I roared "Go in, Toddie this instant!"
"I don't think it does; and Toddie didn't have no time to say HIS blessin'. I don't think the Lord'll like it if you do it that way." "Yes, he will, old boy; he knows what people mean." "Well, how can he tell what Toddie means if Toddie can't say anything?" "Wantsh to shay my blessin'," whined Toddie.
"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.
Toddie came to my arms, shed tears freely upon my shirt-front, and finally, after heaving a very long sigh, remarked: "Wantsh YOU to love ME" I complied with his request. Theoretically, I had long believed that the higher wisdom of the Creator was most frequently expressed through the medium of his most innocent creations.
"When I gets lonesome, it feels as if my mouth was all tied up, and a big, great stone was right in here." And Budge put his hand on his chest. "If a big tone wash inshide of me," said Toddie, "I'd take it out and frow it at the shickens." "Toddie," I said, "aren't you glad papa and mamma are coming?" "Yesh," said Toddie. "Mamma always bwings me candy fen she goes anyfere."
"What DOES he mean?" asked Miss Mayton. "He wants Uncle Harry to sing, 'Charley boy one day," explained Budge; "he always wants that song when he's hurt any way." "Oh, do sing it to him, Mr. Burton," pleaded Miss Mayton; and all the other ladies exclaimed, "Oh, do!" I wrathfully picked him up in my arms, and hummed the air of the detested song. "Sit in a wockin'-chair," sobbed Toddie.
"All right, Toddie," said I. "I'll see if I can't please the Lord some way. Driver, whip up, won't you? I'm in a hurry to turn these youngsters over to the girl, and ask her to drop them into the bath-tub." I found Helen had made every possible arrangement for my comfort.
Burton, looking alternately and frequently at the two accounts of the Advent, "they suddenly saw an angel, and the shepherds were afraid." "Should fink they would be," said Toddie. "Everybody gets afraid when they see good people around. I 'spec' they thought the angel would say 'don't! in about a minute." "But the angel told them not to be afraid," said Mrs.
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