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Updated: June 5, 2025
The Council were sitting at the time, and the windows were open because it was warm. The Red Lancer in the porch told Tods to go away; but Tods knew the Red Lancer and most of the Members of Council personally. Moreover, he had firm hold of the kid's collar, and was being dragged all across the flower-beds.
Tods tucked his feet under his red flannel dressing-gown and said 'I must fink. The Legal Member waited patiently. Then Tods, with infinite compassion 'You don't speak my talk, do you, Councillor Sahib? 'No; I am sorry to say I do not, said the Legal Member. 'Very well, said Tods, 'I must fink in English.
It is ill to make a bowing horn of a tods tail. If ever ye make a lucky pudding, I shall eat the prick. It that God will give, the Devil cannot reave. In a good time I speak it, in a better I leave it. It's a silly pack that may not pay the custom. I have seen as light a green. It's a cold coal to blow at. It is a fair feild where all are dung down. It's a fair dung bairn that dare not greit.
"Give my salaam to the long Councillor Sahib, and ask him to help me take Moti back!" gasped Tods.
What a waste of good emotions it was, when they cuddled up their Tods in an evening; invented histories of what they had said and done during the day, and put them by at last with caresses something very nearly akin to human love!" "Oh, dear Aunt Judy," exclaimed No. 6, "if their poor mamma had but been there!" "All would have been right then, would it not, No. 6?"
"Well, the poor little girls knew all about this, and a great deal more, I dare say, than I have noticed, for they had played at fancy- life with them, till the Tods had become far more to them than any toys they possessed; actually, in fact, things to love; and I dare say if we could have watched them at night putting their Tods to bed, we should have seen every one of them kissed.
"They called them 'Tods' and 'Toddies, but they had all sorts of names besides, to distinguish one from the other. There was, 'Whity, and 'Browny, and 'Softy, and 'Snuggy, and 'Stripy, and many others. They knew almost every hair of each of them, and I believe could have told which was which, in the dark, merely by their feel.
He liked his tods too well, howsoever, & they floored him as they have many other promisin young men. Iago injuces Mike to drink with him, Iago slily throwin his whiskey over his shoulder. Mike gits as drunk as a biled owl & allows that he can lick a yard full of the Veneshun fancy before breakfast, without sweatin a hair. He meets Roderigo & proceeds for to smash him.
Tods was in bed, but he kept awake till he heard the bursts of laughter from the men over the coffee. Then he paddled out in his little red flannel dressing-gown and his night-suit, and took refuge by the side of his father, knowing that he would not be sent back.
He was an utterly fearless young Pagan, about six years old, and the only baby who ever broke the holy calm of the supreme Legislative Council. It happened this way: Tods' pet kid got loose, and fled up the hill, off the Boileaugunge Road, Tods after it, until it burst into the Viceregal Lodge lawn, then attached to "Peterhoff."
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