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"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.
But suddenly I heard an accompaniment a sort of reedy sound and, looking around, I saw Toddie again in tears. I stopped abruptly and asked: "What's the matter NOW, Toddie?" "Don't want dat old tune; wantsh dancin' tune, so I can dance." I promptly played "Yankee Doodle," and Toddie began to trot around the room with the expression of a man who intended to do his whole duty.
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."
"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," said I, opening my arms, and wondering whether 'twas not after contemplation of some such sinner that good Bishop Tegner wrote: "Depths of love are atonement's depths, for love is atonement"
Not much. Leon means nothing! He only wants the fun of being engaged to a pretty girl like I wantsh fun with you. Nothing more." "Then he'll throw her over after a while." "After he gets what he wantsh to get." "And suppose she prove different to what he expects?" "After he pashes stage seven that will be all right!" Curtis said giving her waist an emphatic squeeze.
"Wantsh my shoesh made all nigger wif a bottle-bwush, too," said Toddie. I looked appealingly at Budge, who answered: "He means he wants his shoes blacked, with the polish that's in a bottle, an' you rub it on with a brush." "An' I wantsh a thath on," continued Toddie. "Sash, he means," said Budge. "He's awful proud." "An' Ize doin' to wear my takker-hat," said Toddie. "An' my wed djuvs."
You don't want your father and mother to see you all dirty, do you?" "Of course not," said Budge. "Oh, Izh I goin' to be djessed up all nicey?" asked Toddie. "Goody! goody! goody!" I always thought my sister Helen had an undue amount of vanity, and here it was reappearing in the second generation. "An' I wantsh my shoes made all nigger," said Toddie. "What?"
"Wantsh to see the whay-al what fwollowed Djonah," sobbed Toddie. "Can't you demand something that's within the range of possibility, Toddie?" I mildly asked. "The whale Toddie means is in this big red book, I'll find it for you," said Budge, turning over the leaves. Suddenly a rejoicing squeal from Toddie announced that leviathan had been found, and I hastened to gaze.
"Put them on, then put on the mantle of rude Boreas, if you choose; but don't go to crying." "Don't want no mantle-o'-wude-bawyusses," declared Toddie, following me phonetically, "wantsh my own pitty cozhesh, an' nobody eshesh." "O Uncle Harry!" exclaimed Budge, "I want to bring mamma home in my goat-carriage!" "The goat isn't strong enough, Budge, to draw mamma and you."
Toddie came to my arms, shed tears freely upon my shirt-front, and finally remarked, "Wantsh you to love me!" I kissed Toddie, and petted him, and at length succeeded in quieting him. He looked earnestly, confidingly, in my eyes, and then said, "Kish my dolly, too!" I obeyed. My forgiveness was complete, and so was my humiliation. I withdrew abruptly to write an apology.
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