“What are you goin’ to make it in, Aunt Alice?” shouted Budge, while Mrs. Burton was yet a hundred yards away.
“A saucepan.”
“A washboiler would be better—two washboilersh!” suggested Toddie.
“Now, do you want to go home to-day, Budge?” asked Mrs. Burton mischievously.
“I—well—I guess you’d better not remind me very much about it,” replied Budge, “else maybe I will. What kind of candy is it goin’ to be?”
“Molasses.”
“De stick kind, or de sticky?” asked Toddie.
“Both,” replied the lady, ascending the steps.
“Oh, goody, goody!” exclaimed Toddie, clutching at his aunt’s dress. “I wants to kish you.”
“An’ I want to give you an awful big hug,” said Budge.