"But I want my dolly's k'adle," said he, piteously rolling out his lower lip.
I remembered my experience when Toddie wanted to "shee wheels go wound," and I trembled.
"Toddie," said I, in a tone so persuasive that it would be worth thousands a year to me, as a salesman, if I could only command it at will; "Toddie, don't you want to ride on uncle's back?"
"No; want my dolly's k'adle."
"Don't you want me to tell you a story?"
For a moment Toddie's face indicated a terrible internal conflict between old Adam and mother Eve, but curiosity finally overpowered natural depravity, and Toddie murmured:—Yesh."
"What shall I tell you about?"
"'Bout Nawndeark."
"About what?"
"He means Noah an' the ark," exclaimed Budge.