Bobby opened his eyes wide.
"'Cause if you don't think about it maybe I'll step on it like the spoon."
"Who told you that?"
"The Man Who Lets You Play with the Puppy."
"Who is he? Don't you remember his name?"
"No'm," said Bobby after a long struggle to think. "To-day is his birthdays."
"The Man's Who Lets You Play with the Puppy?"
"His little boy's. He has eight of them and presents, glassies, and a bat, and little pigs to help buy you an edge-cation."
A delicious drowsiness crept all over Bobby till his eyelids went all tickly and prickly and he rubbed both fists into them.
"You're all tired out," said the lady, "and hungry, too. I'm going to get you something to eat and put you to bed. Would you like to be my little boy tonight?"