"An' wawtoo to mate mud-pies," added Toddie. "You's a naughty boy, Budgie"; and here Toddie's tears began to flow afresh.
"I ain't a bad boy, an' I don't want no old rain nohow, an' that's all about it. An' I don't want to get up, an' Maggie must bring me up my breakfast in bed."
"Boo—hoo—oo," wept Toddie, "wants my brepspup in bed too."
"Boys," said I, "now listen. You can't have any breakfast at all, unless you are up and dressed by the time the bell rings. The rising-bell rang some time ago. Now dress like good boys, and you shall have some breakfast, and then you'll feel a great deal nicer, and then Uncle Harry will play with you and tell you stories all day long."
Budge crept reluctantly out of bed and caught up one of his stockings, while Toddie again began to cry.
"AN' WAWTOO TO MATE MUD-PIES"
"Toddie!" I shouted, "stop that dreadful racket, and dress yourself! What are you crying for?"
"Well, I feelsh bad."