she dhrapped on dhe grass. An' it cost Mr. Lawrence nigh onto
thirty dollars to have dhe docthor's well claned out."

"Yes," said Toddie, who had listened carefully to Mike's recital,
"an' kitty-kitty said, 'Miauw! Miauw!' when she goed down ze well.
An' Mish Doctor sed, 'Bad boy--go home--don't never tum to my
housh no more,'--dat's what she said to me. Now be some more
animals, Ocken Hawwy. Can't you be a whay-al?"

"Whales don't make a noise, Toddie; they only splash about in the
water."

"Zen grop in the cistern an' 'plash, can't you?"

Lunch-time, and after it the time for Toddie to take his nap. Poor
Budge was bereft of a playmate, for the doctor's little girl was
sick; so he quietly followed me about with a wistful face, that
almost persuaded me to take him with me on my drive--OUR drive.
Had he grumbled, I would have felt less uncomfortable; but there's
nothing so touching and overpowering to either gods or men as the
spectacle of mute resignation. At last, to my great relief, he
opened his mouth.

"Uncle Harry," said he, "do you 'spose folks ever get lonesome in
heaven?"

"I guess not, Budge."

"Do little boy-angels' papas an' mammas go off visitin', an' stay
so long?"