human
We don't want _you_ to get to be an angel, so what I want to know is, how to make you well. Don't you think if I borrowed papa's horse and carriage an' took you ridin' you'd feel better? I know he'd lend 'em to me if I told him you were goin' to drive.
gpt
And if you said you were going with me to take care of me?
human
Y--e--es, said Budge, as hesitatingly as if such an idea had never occurred to him.
gpt
An' don't you think that up to the top of the Hawksnest Rock an' out to Passaic Falls would be the nicest places for a sick man to go? When you got tired of ridin' you could stop the carriage an' cut us a cane, or make us whistles, or find us pfingster apples (the seed-balls of the wild azalea), or even send us in swimming in a brook somewhere if you got tired of us.
human
H'm!
gpt
An' you might take fings to eat wif you, suggested Toddie,
human
I'll see how I feel after dinner, said Mr. Burton.
gpt
But what are you going to do for me between now and then, to make me feel better?
human
We tell you storiezh, said Toddie.
gpt
Very well, said Mr. Burton.
human
Begin right away.
gpt
Aw wight, said Toddie.
human
Do you want a sad story or a d'zolly one?
gpt
Anything, said Mr. Burton.
human
Men with the toothache can stand nearly anything. Don't draw on your imagination _too_ hard.
gpt
Don't _never_ draw on madzinasuns, said Toddie;
human
I only draws on slatesh.
gpt
Never mind; give us the story.
human
Well, said Toddie, seating himself in a rocking-chair, and fixing his eyes on the ceiling,
gpt
Well,--no,
human
Tell you what, said Budge,
gpt
When they got up there, said Toddie,
human
Abraham made a naltar an' put little Ikey on it, an' took a knife an' was goin' to chop his froat open, when a andzel came out of hebben an' said: 'Stop a-doin' that.' So Abraham stopped, an' Ikey skooted; an' Abraham saw a sheep caught in the bushes, an' he caught _him_ an' killed him. He wasn't goin' to climb way up a mountain to kill somebody an' not have his knife bluggy a bit. An' he burned the sheep up. An' then he went home again.
gpt
I'll bet you Isaac's mamma never knew what his papa wanted to do with him, said Budge,
human
N--no, not on Sunday, I guess, said Mr. Burton.
gpt
Now, suppose you little boys go out of doors and play for a while, while uncle tries to get a nap.