"Uncle Harry," he shouted, "you crawl on your hands and knees and play you was a horse, and I'll ride on your back."
"No, thank you, Budge, not on the dirt."
"Then let's play menagerie, an' you be all the animals."
To this proposition I assented, and after hiding ourselves in one of the retired angles of the house, so that no one could know who was guilty of disturbing the peace by such dire noises, the performance commenced. I was by turns a bear, a lion, a zebra, an elephant, dogs of various kinds, and a cat. As I personated the latter named animal, Toddie echoed my voice.
"Miauw! Miauw!" said he, "dat's what cats saysh when they goesh down wells."
"Faith, an' it's him that knows," remarked Mike, who had invited himself to a free seat in the menagerie, and assisted in the applause which had greeted each personation. "Would ye belave it, Misther Harry, dhat young dhivil got out the front door one mornin' afore sunroise, all in his little noight-gown, an' wint over to dhe docthor's an' picked up a kitten lyin' on dhe kitchen door-mat, an' throwed it down dhe well. Dhe docthor wasn't home, but dhe missis saw him, an' her heart was dhat tindher dhat she hurried out and throwed boords down for dhe poor little baste to stand on, an' let down a hoe on a sthring, an' whin she got dhe poor little dhing out, she was dhat faint dhat she dhrapped on dhe grass. An' it cost Mr. Lawrence nigh onto thirty dollars to have the docthor's well claned out."
"Yes," said Toddie, who had listened carefully to Mike's recital, "An' kitty-kitty said, 'Miauw! Miauw!' when she goed down ze well. An' Mish Doctor sed, 'Bad boy—go home—don't never turn to my housh no more,'—dat's what she said to me. Now be some more animals, Ocken Hawwy. Can't you be a whay-al?"
"Whales don't make a noise, Toddie; they only splash about in the water."
"Zen grop in ze cistern an' 'plash, can't you?"