“No, no, papa!” cried Jack; “dat one is Mishis Toe, an’ you mus’ say, ‘all your yittle sissers.’”
“O, ho!” said papa. “Well then, Mrs. Toe, and all your little sisters! One, two, three, there you go!” and the second stocking was on.
“Now,” said Jack, “you mus’ put on the woof.”
“The what?” asked papa.
“The woof to the house,” and Jack pointed to his boot.
“Oh! the roof. Very well,” and papa put on the boot and begun buttoning it with his fingers.
“Dat ain’t a-way!” cried Jack again. “You mus’ get a hooker and lock all ’e’ doors, so all the yittle bruzzers and sissers won’ get out ’e’ house for all day.”
“Now see here, young man,” said papa, “does grandma go through with all this rigmarole every morning?”
“Of courth,” said Jack, looking at papa with surprised eyes.
“Well, papa hasn’t the time, so let me get you into your clothes quick, before the breakfast bell rings.”