Go way from
dhat, or I'll be tellin' yer uncle."
"Don't care for nasty old uncle," piped Toddie's voice.
I laid down my book with a sigh, and went into the garden. Mike
saw me and shouted:--
"Misther Burthon, will ye look dhere? Did ye's ever see the loike
av dhat bye?"
Looking up at the play-room window, a long, narrow sort of loop-
hole in a Gothic gable, I beheld my youngest nephew standing
upright on the sill.
"Toddie, go in--quick!" I shouted, hurrying under the window to
catch him in case he fell outward.
"I tan't," squealed Toddie.
"Mike, run up-stairs and snatch him in; Toddie, go on, I tell
you!"
"Tell you I TAN'T doe in," repeated Toddie. "ZE bit bots ish ze
whay-al, an' I'ez Djonah, an' ze whay-al's froed me up, an' I'ze
dot to 'tay up here else ze whay-al 'ill fwallow me aden."
"I won't LET him swallow you. Get in now--hurry," said I.
"Will you give him a penny not to fwallow me no more?" queried
Toddie.
"Yes--a whole lot of pennies."
"Aw wight. Whay-al, don't you fwallow me no more, an' zen my Ocken
Hawwy div you whole lots of pennies. You must be weal dood whay-al
now, an' then I buys you some tandy wif your pennies, an'--"
Just then two great hands seized Toddie's frock in front, and he
disappeared with a howl, while I, with the first feeling of
faintness I had ever experienced, went in search of hammer, nails,
and some strips of board, to nail on the outside of the window-
frame.
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