"Burny burn!" says I makin' a hissin' noise.
"Yah, yah! 'Ikky-boy wanna ride hossy," says he.
"And me with my trousers just pressed!" says I. "Say, where do you get that stuff?"
"I must say," comes in Auntie, "that I don't consider that the proper way to talk to a child."
"Oh, he don't mind," says I.
"But he is so apt to learn such expressions and use them himself," says she.
"Yes, he picks up a lot," says I. "He's clever that way. Aren't you, you young tarrier?"
"Whe-e-e!" says 'Ikky-boy, slidin' off my knee to make a dive at Buddy and roll him on the floor.
"One should speak gently to a child," says Auntie, "and use only the best English."
"I might be polite to him," says I, "if he'd be polite to me, but that don't seem to be his line."