“Uncle Peter! Uncle Peter!” he cried. “Did you bring me my mama?”
“No, Buddy-boy,” said Peter gently. “She's off on the long trip yet. We mustn't fret about that. Ain't you glad Uncle Peter come back?”
“Yes—and—and Uncle Booge made me a wagon,” said Buddy, “and it got broke.”
“A feller sort of fell on it,” explained Booge carelessly, “and busted it. He come visiting when we wasn't ready for comp'ny.”
Peter listened while Booge told the story of Mr. Briggles's arrival, reception and departure.
“And he failed on the wagon and broke it,” said Buddy, “and Booge slided him. And Booge is going to mend my wagon.”
“Maybe Uncle Peter'll mend it for you, Buddy,” said Booge. “I guess Booge has got to take a trip, like your ma did, to-morrow.”
“You couldn't talk sense if you tried, could you?” said Peter with vexation. “You are going to stay here every bit as long as I do. Ain't he, Buddy-boy?”