“No. But them other babies was all imposters,” she dib.
So she led me to setting-room, walking with quiet toes and wrapped expression peculiar to folks approaching Mikado or some other President. In 1/8 size rocking-bed I observe Hon. Baby laying among considerable softness and appearing quite babyhood.
“Are he not remarkabilious child?” she require.
“I are sure he must be very distinguished,” I say sweetishly.
“Why you think so?” she require with gently smiling.
“Because,” I says so, “all distinguished persons appears quite plain when first observed.”
“I do not care to hear your foreign thoughts,” she grudge.
Hon. Baby make happy guggle to see me, so I know we should get very friendship together. I waggle my thumbs to him, so he make more laugh.
“DON’T!!” holla Hon. Mrs. “You wish explode my child’s nerves by this actions?”