"Cos I saw him, the day Toddie hurt his finger in the grass-
cutter. An' he was so happy that be bought me a goat-carriage next
morning--I'll show it to you if you come down to our stable, an'
I'll show you the goat too. An' he bought--"

Just here Budge stopped, for Mrs. Mayton put her handkerchief to
her eyes. Two or three moments later she felt a light touch on her
knee, and, wiping her eyes, saw Budge looking sympathetically into
her face.

"I'm awful sorry you feel bad," said he.

"Are you 'fraid to have your little girl ridin' so long?"

"Yes!" exclaimed Mrs. Mayton, with great decision.

"Well, you needn't be," said Budge, "for Uncle Harry's awful
careful an' smart."

"He ought to be ashamed of himself!" exclaimed the lady.

"I guess he is, then," said Budge, "cos he's ev'rything he ought
to be. He's awful careful. T'other day, when the goat ran away,
an' Toddie an' me got in the carriage with them, he held on to her
tight, so she couldn't fall out."

Mrs. Mayton brought her foot down with a violent stamp.

"I know you'd 'spect HIM, if you knew how nice he was," continued