An' he found a turtle--"
"Who is your papa?" interrupted the lady.
"Why, he's papa--I thought everybody knew who HE was."
"What is your name?" asked Mrs. Mayton.
"John Burton Lawrence," promptly answered Budge.
Mrs. Mayton wrinkled her brows for a moment, and finally asked:--
"Is Mr. Burton the uncle you are looking for?"
"I don't know any Mr. Burton," said Budge, a little dazed; "uncle
is mamma's brother, an' he's been livin' at our house ever since
mamma an' papa went off visitin', an' he goes ridin' in our
carriage, an'--"
"Humph!" remarked the lady, with so much emphasis that Budge
ceased talking. A moment later she said:--
"I didn't mean to interrupt you, little boy; go on."
"An' he rides with just the loveliest lady that ever was. HE
thinks so, an' _I_ KNOW she is. An' he 'spects her."
"What?" exclaimed the old lady.
"--'Spects her, I say--that's what HE says. _I_ say 'spects means
just what _I_ call LOVE. Cos if it don't, what makes him give her
hugs and kisses?"
Mrs. Mayton caught her breath, and did not reply for a moment. At
last she said:--
"How do you know he--gives her hugs and kisses?"
"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.
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