“WONDER HOW BIG MOONS GOT TO BE LITTLE AGAIN”
“All right. Now tell us what makes your dog Terry always run away whenever we want him?”
“Because you tease him so much, whenever you catch him that you have made him hate you,” said Mrs. Burton, delighted at the double opportunity to speak distinctly and impart a lesson in humanity.
“Now, you’s gettin’ ready to say ‘Don’t,’” Toddie complained. “Can’t little boysh lyne noffin’ dat hazn’t got any mean old ‘Don’t’ in it?”
“I hope so, poor little fellow,” said Mrs. Burton, repenting at once of her success.
“What would you like to know?”
Toddie opened his mouth and eyes, hung his head to one side, meditated for two or three minutes, and said:
“I—I—I—I—I wantsh to know whatsh de reason dat when a little boy hazh been eatin’ lotsh of buttananoes he can’t eat any more, when he’s been findin’ out all the whole time how awful good dey is?”
“Because his little stomach is full, and when one’s stomach is full it knows enough to stop wanting anything.”