"Well, dress yourself, and you'll feel better."
"Wantsh you to djesh me."
"Bring me your clothes, then—quick!"
Again the tears flowed copiously. "Don't want to bring 'em," said Toddie.
"Then come here!" I shouted, dragging him across the room and snatching up his tiny articles of apparel. I had dressed no small children since I was rather a small boy myself, and Toddies clothing confused me somewhat. I finally got something on him, when a contemptuous laugh from Budge interrupted me.
"How you goin' to put his shirt on under them things?" queried my oldest nephew.
"Budge," I retorted, "how are you going to get any breakfast if you don't put on something besides that stocking?"
The young man's countenance fell, and just then the breakfast-bell rang. Budge raised a blank face, hurried to the head of the stairs and shouted:—
"Maggie?"
"What is it, Budge?"