Master Ralph is spending the day with his relatives, and has gotten on with them very well so far, as his sister Daisy, two years his senior, whom he rules right royally, has acted as court interpreter; but she has just departed for a drive with a neighboring friend, and the aunts are left in sole charge of his Highness.
He is very gracious at first, looks over a picture-book with Miss Helena, and makes eager but unintelligible remarks respecting the "bow-wows" and "moos," to which Miss Helena answers, "Um, dear," as being the safest thing to say. But now he is silent, and has been so for at least ten minutes.
"How good Ralph is!" half whispers Miss Helena.
His Highness pricks up his ears.
"Yes, dear little fellow; and he has no one to play with, either."
His Highness sits up—he speaks.
"ONT DAYKUMBOA."
"Ont daykumboa."
"What is it, dear?" says Miss Judith.