"A—a—both," replied the teacher, in some confusion.
"Aw wight," said Toddie. "G'won."
"There was once a time when all the world was in trouble, without knowing exactly why," said Mrs. Burton; "but the Lord understood it, for He understands everything."
"Does He knows how it feels to be a little boy?" asked Toddie, "an' be sent to bed when He don't want to go?"
"And He determined to comfort the world, as He always does when the world finds out it can't comfort itself," continued Mrs. Burton, entirely ignoring her nephew's questions.
"But wasn't there lotzh of little boyzh then?" asked Toddie, "an' didn't they used to be comforted as well as big folks?"
"I suppose so," said Mrs. Burton. "But He knew if He comforted grown people, they would make the children happy."
"I wiss He'd comfort you an' Uncle Harry every mornin', then," said Toddie. "G'won."
"So He sent His own Son—his only Son—down to the world to be a dear little baby."
"I should think He'd have made Him a sister baby," said Budge, "if He'd wanted to make everybody happy."