"Well, tiss me. Now, this is nice. Nice file bulning there, and all. Plaps I'll make oo sing to me bye'm-bye."
Toddie was a very despotic little queen in her own wee way. Queen she was of that old man's heart, and she seemed to know it.
He was looking at her very fondly just then with a curious kind of smile on his face.
"Wouldn't you rather I'd tell you a story, Toddie?"
Toddie put her thumb in her mouth and gazed into the fire.
"I fink," she said, "Plank likes stolies best."
"My own little Treasure-trove," said the bard.
"Daddy, don't oo make up such silly words."
"You are my Treasure-trove. Do you know where you came from, darling?"
"The Dood God sent me, of tourse."