“I fink dat placesh where de river is bwoke off izh de nicest placesh.”
“What does the child mean?” asked his aunt.
“Don’t you know where we went last year, an’ you stopped us from seein’ how far we could hang over, Uncle Harry?” said Budge.
“Oh! Passaic Falls!” exclaimed Mr. Burton.
“Yes, that’s it,” said Budge.
“Old riverzh bwoke wight in two dere,” said Toddie, “an’ a piece of it’s way up in de air, an’ anuvver piece izh way down in big hole in de stones. Datsh where I want to go widin’.”
“Listen, Toddie,” said Mrs. Burton. “We like to take you riding with us at most times, but to-day we prefer to go alone. You and Budge will stay at home. We sha’n’t be gone more than two hours.”
“Wantsh to go a-widin’,” exclaimed Toddie.
“I know you do, dear, but you must wait until some other day.”
“But I wantsh to go,” Toddie explained.