“Sure-a Daize! Eesa beez a da good a da woman, eh? Much a da like a you. Eh, a da Daize?”
“Oh, yes; she would do anything for me, and I love my aunt, too.”
“Eesa look a da nicey. Mose a beez a da rich, eh-a Daize?”
“My aunt does oil paintings, too.”
“Eesa got a much a da mon, eh a Daize?”
“Oh, yes; a pocket full,” replied the unsuspecting child.
“Everybody says that she is rich, and I guess that it must be true,” muttered Jack, and he could not suppress a smile of satisfaction the child’s information gave him.
“Eesa time to go a da bed, a Daize. Kiss a me good a da night.”
“If I do, you won’t forget your promise?”
“What a da promise?”