"Like Noah's flood, you mean?"
"Yes, just like Noah's, only he isn't here to build any ole ark for you to get on."
"I don't care," said Marmaduke stoutly.
"You don't care!" cried his brother. "Why, you'd drown, that's what you'd do!"
"No, I wouldn't either--" Marmaduke seemed very sure about this--"'cause," he started to explain.
"'Cause what?"
"'Cause the Toyman is as good as ole Noah any day," replied the little boy. "He could build an ark as big as a house, as big as the Church, an' the ducks'd get on an' the cows an' the horses an'--"
"Yes," interrupted his brother, "but don't you remember--there were only two of each kind. Now Hal an' Teddy could get on, but White Boots an' Ole Methusaleh'd have to stay off, an' Rover an' Brownie could go, but Wienerwurst couldn't--see?"
Marmaduke looked frightened at this--at the very thought of Wienerwurst, his little doggie, trying to swim around in a terrible flood.
"I'd hide him under my coat," he declared.