Tom: Hello! Big Fellow, where are you taking my mother, I’d like to know? This is a pretty kettle of fish.
Jimmy (Laughing): Aren’t you funny, Uncle Tom! Why, I’m not taking her anywhere. She’s taking me. (Importantly) I’m going to school.
Tom: Big Fellow, come here. (Jimmy comes with a rush). Now, where’s that penny I gave you? No, I don’t want to see it. All right. Did Ma Loving give you another? (Vigorous noddings of the head from Jimmy). I wish you to promise me solemnly—Now, listen! Here, don’t wriggle so! not to buy—Listen! too many pints of ice-cream with my penny. Understand?
Jimmy (Very seriously): Yes, Uncle Tom, cross my “tummy”! I promise.
Tom: Well, then, you may go. I guess that will be all for the present. (Jimmy loiters around looking up wistfully into his face). Well?
Jimmy: Haven’t you—aren’t you—isn’t you—forgetting something?
Tom (Grabbing at his pockets): Bless my stars! what now?
Jimmy: If you could kind of lean over this way. (Tom leans forward). No, not that way. (Tom leans toward the side away from Jimmy). No, this way, this way! (Laughs and pummels him with his little fists). This way!
Tom (Leaning toward Jimmy): Well, why didn’t you say so, at first?
Jimmy (Puts his arms around Tom’s neck and kisses him): Good-bye, dear old Uncle Tom. (Tom catches him and hugs him hard). I likes to be hugged like that—I can taste—sau-sa-ges.