“Say bread, Harold—bread—bre-e-ad.”
“Wed,” said the baby.
“Now say fish, fi-sh.”
“Whish,” said the baby.
“And now horse,” said Harold’s mother. “Horse—ho-orse, ho-r-se.”
“Woss,” said the baby.
“And now will precious say father, fa-ather, fa-a-ar-ther?”
“Wahwah,” said the baby.
“There, you see!” cried Mrs. Prattle in triumph. “He seems to catch the sound of every word. Now say good-by, darling, and then nurse will take you upstairs. Good-by—goo-ood-by-y-y.”
“Wy wy,” said the baby.