“Don’t you know which your right foot is?” asked the grandmother.
“Why, yes, of course,” replied Toto.
“And do you know the difference between right and wrong?”
“Why, yes, of course,” said Toto.
“Then,” said the grandmother, “you know which the wrong foot is.
“As I was saying, Chimborazo was a very unhappy boy. He pouted, and he sulked, and he said, ‘Oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, dear!’ He said it till everybody was tired of hearing it.
“‘Chimborazo,’ his mother would say, ‘please don’t say, “Oh, dear!” any more. It is very annoying. Say something else.’
“‘Oh, dear!’ the boy would answer, ‘I can’t! I don’t know anything else to say. Oh, dear! oh, dear!! oh, DEAR!!!’
“So one day his mother could not bear it any longer, and she sent for his fairy godmother, and told her all about it.
“‘Humph!’ said the fairy godmother. ‘I will see to it. Send the boy to me!’