"Budge, what did you do it for?"
"Why--why--I--because--why, you see--because, why, Toddie froo his
dolly in my mouth; some of her hair went in, any how, an' I didn't
want his dolly in my mouth, so I sent it back to him, an' the foot
of the bed didn't stick up enough, so it went from the door to
your bed--that's what for."
The explanation seemed to bear marks of genuineness, albiet the
pain of my eye was not alleviated thereby, while the exertion
expended in eliciting the information had so thoroughly awakened
me that further sleep was out of the question. Besides, the open
door,--had a burglar been in the room? No; my watch and pocketbook
were undisturbed. "Budge, who opened that door?"
After some hesitation, as if wondering who really did it, Budge
replied:--
"Me."
"How did you do it?"
"Why, you see we wanted a drink, an' the door was fast, so we got
out the window on the parazzo roof, an' comed in your window."
(Here a slight pause.) "An' 'twas fun. An' then we unlocked the
door, an' comed back."
Then I should be compelled to lock my window-blinds--or theirs,
and this in the summer season, too! Oh, if Helen could have but
passed the house as that white-robed procession had filed along
the piazza-roof! I lay pondering over the vast amount of unused
ingenuity that was locked up in millions of children, or employed
only to work misery among unsuspecting adults, when I heard light
footfalls at my bedside, and saw a small shape with a grave face
approach and remark:--
"I wants to come in your bed.
Pages:
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73