"I don't know it," said I. "Won't 'Roll, Jordan,' do, Toddie?"
"I'll tell you how it goes," said Budge, and forthwith the youth sang the following song, a line at a time, I following him in words and air:—
"Where is my little bastik[8] gone?
Said Charley boy one day;
I guess some little boy or girl
Has taken it away.
"An' kittie, too—where ish she gone?
Oh, dear, what I shall do?
I wish I could my bastik find,
An' little kittie, too.