Helen's Babies by John Habberton
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page 143 of 164 (87%)
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Awwahwah's sun-tissed tsallish;
Azh tender azh ze pwimwose fweet All zish, and moah, izh Alish." I gasped for breath. "Who taught you all that, Toddie?" asked one of the ladies. "Nobody didn't taught me--I lyned [Footnote: learned] it." "When did you learn it?" "Lyned it zish mornin'. Ocken Hawwy said it over, an' over, an' over, djust yots of timezh, out in ze garden." The ladies all exchanged glances--my lady readers will understand just how, and I assure gentlemen that I did not find their glances at all hard to read. Alice looked at me inquiringly, and she now tells me that I blushed sheepishly and guiltily. Poor Mrs. Mayton staggered to a chair, and exclaimed:-- "Too late! too late!" Considering their recent achievements, Toddie and Budge were a very modest couple as I drove them home that evening. Budge even made some attempt at apologizing for their appearance, saying that they couldn't find Maggie, and COULDN'T wait any longer; but I assured him that no apology was necessary. I was in such excellent spirits that my feeling became contagious; and we sang songs, told stories, and played ridiculous games most of the evening, paying |
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