Where is he, Uncle William--the basket ?" "I--I put it in--in the hall," mumbled William, starting to rise.
"No, no; I'll get him," cried Billy, hurrying from the room.

She returned in a moment, the green covered basket in her hand.

"He's been asleep, I guess.

He's slept 'most all the way down, anyhow.

He's so used to being toted 'round in this basket that he doesn't mind it a bit.