Then she seized Toddie, and gave him a
few tokens of forgiveness--I dare not think they were of
gratitude.
Suddenly two or three ladies came upon the piazza.
"Come, boys," said I. "Then I'll call with the carriage tomorrow
at three, Miss Mayton. Good evening."
"Good evening," replied the sweetest voice in the world; "I'll be
ready at three."
"Budge," said I, as soon as we were fairly outside the hedge-gate,
"what do you like better than anything else in the world?"
"Candy," said Budge, very promptly.
"What next?"
"Oranges."
"What next?"
"Oh, figs, an' raisins, an' dear little kittie-kitties, an' drums,
an' picture-books, an' little bakin' dishes to make mud-pies in,
an' turtles, an' little wheelbarrows."
"Anything else?"
"Oh, yes--great big black dogs--an' a goat, an' a wagon for him to
draw me in."
"Very well, old fellow--you shall have every one of those things
tomorrow."
"Oh--h--h--h--h!" exclaimed Budge, "I guess you're something like
the Lord, ain't you?"
"What makes you think so, Budge?"
"Oh, 'cause you can do such lots of things at once. But ain't poor
little Tod goin' to have noffin'?"
"Yes, everything he wants. What would you like, Toddie?"
"Wants a candy cigar," replied Toddie.
"What else?"
"Don't want NUFFIN' else--don't want to be boddered wif LOTS of
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