Down on your hands and knees, sir, and be a horse.

That's it--Now, Bobby, straddle Uncle John and drive him by his necktie--here it is.

S-t-e-a-d-y, Uncle; and neigh--neigh like a horse!" "How does a horse neigh, Patsy ?" asked a muffled voice, choking and chuckling at the same time.
"'Nee, hee-hee--hee; hee!'" Uncle John tried to neigh, and made a sorry mess of it, although Bobby shrieked with delight.
Then came a sudden hush.

Diana caught the maid's voice, perhaps announcing the presence of a visitor, for Patsy cried in subdued accents: "Goodness me, Mary! why didn't you say so?
Listen, Uncle John--" "Leggo that ear, Bobby--leggo!" "-- You watch the baby, Uncle John, and don't let anything happen to him.

I've got a caller." Diana smiled, a bit scornfully, and then composed her features as a young girl bustled into the room and came toward her with frank cordiality indicated in the wide smile and out-stretched hand.
"Pardon my keeping you waiting," said Patsy, dropping into a chair opposite her visitor, "Uncle John and I were romping with the baby from upstarts--Bobby's such a dear! I didn't quite catch the name Mary gave me and forgot to look at your card." "I am Miss Von Taer." "Not Diana Von Taer, the swell society girl ?" cried Patsy eagerly.
Diana couldn't remember when she had been so completely nonplused before.