"Uncle Harry, I wish my papa would come home right away," said Budge.
"Why, Budge?"
"I want to love him for bein' so good to that poor little boy in the war."
"Ocken Hawwy, I wants my dolly's k'adle, 'tause my dolly's in it, an' I want to shee her"; thus spake Toddie.
"Don't you think the Lord loved my papa awful much for doin' that sweet thing, Uncle Harry?" asked Budge.
"Yes, old fellow, I feel sure that he did."
"Lord lovesh my papa vewy much, so I love ze Lord vewy much," remarked Toddie. "An' I wants my dolly's k'adle an' my dolly."
"Toddie, I don't know where either of them are—I can't find them now—do wait until morning, when Uncle Harry will look for them."
"I don't see how the Lord can get along in heaven without my papa, Uncle Harry," said Budge.
"Lord takesh papa to heaven, an' Budge an' me, and we'll go walkin' an' see ze Lord, an play wif ze angels' wings, an hazh good timsh, an' never have to go to bed at all, at all."