"Let's have some fun, Budge—don't you want to frolic?"
"No; I don't think frolics is nice."
"Don't you want some candy, Budge?"
"No—you ain't got no candy, I bleeve."
"Well, you sha'n't have any, if you don't stop being so cross."
The only reply to this was a mighty and audible rustling of the bedding in the boys' room, followed by a sound strongly resembling that caused by a slap; then came a prolonged wail, resembling that of an ungreased wagon wheel.
"What's the matter, Toddie?"
"Budge s'apped me—ah—h—h—h!"
"What made you slap your brother, Budge?"
"I didn't."