Toddie indulged in some spasmodic final gulps, coughed violently, and said:
“It’s dwefful to dweam about cows, an’ I loves you, ’cauzh you’s my dee budder Budgie, an’ I don’t want you to dweam dwefful fings.” Here Toddie hastily crammed most of the remainder of the cake into his mouth, and handed the rest to his brother, saying:
“That’ll make—you—dweam ’bout two or—or free cows, an’ so it’ll let you get into de dweam wifout such drefful times as Izh got to have.”
Budge might, perhaps, have recognized in fitting terms this evidence of brotherly forethought, but his mouth found other occupation for a moment. Meanwhile, the patient was wriggling; by a desperate effort he freed himself from Toddie’s embrace, and fell upon the floor, where he rolled frantically about with many contortions and howls.
“Oh, he’s got a convulsion! I guess he must be havin’ a stomach tooth come,” said Budge. “What can we do?”
“Pallygollic,” Toddie suggested.
“We ain’t got none,” said Budge. “Tell you what. Let’s make b’lieve he’s a dog a minute, an’ throw water on him. That’ what they do to dogs in fits.”
“Den we’d get Aunt Alice’s new carpet all wet,” said Toddie. “Let’s put him in de bafftub.”
“Just the thing!” said Budge, picking up the animal while Toddie ran before and turned on the water. The dog was dropped into the tub, where he naturally redoubled his efforts to free himself; noting which, Budge remarked:
“Say, Tod, it’s hot water they set babies in when the tooths bother ’em. We’ll make b’lieve he’s a baby again, and turn on t’other faucet.”