Patty took her to a large toyshop. As they entered, a clerk came forward to wait on them. “What can I show you?” he asked.
“Wait a minute,” said Patty. “Let the baby choose. Now, Middy, what do you like best?”
The child looked around deliberately. Then, spying some dolls, she made a rush for them. “Middy ’ant Dolly-baby! Ess!”
“Very well, you shall have a dolly-baby. This one, or this one?”
“No. ’Reat bid one! See!”
She pointed to the largest doll of all, a very magnificent affair, indeed.
“Oh, that’s too big for a little girl like Middy! Have a dear little, cunning, baby doll.”
But, no, the child was self-willed, and insisted on the big doll.
“Well,” said Patty, “I suppose she might as well have it,” so the big doll was put into the outstretched little arms, and peace reigned.
“An’ a dolly vadon,” the small tyrant went on. This was translated to mean dolly wagon, by the clerk, who was more versed than Patty in baby language.