"M'ee take--Uvin Chal!" "Aw, now, you don't wanta go and act like that.

Listen here, Boy.

You lay down here and go to sleep.

You can search me for what it is you're trying to say, but I guess you want your mama, maybe, or your bottle, chances are.

Aw, looky!" Bud pulled his watch from his pocket--a man's infallible remedy for the weeping of infant charges--and dangled it anxiously before Lovin Child.
With some difficulty he extracted the small hands from the long limp tunnels of sleeves, and placed the watch in the eager fingers.
"Listen to the tick-tick! Aw, I wouldn't bite into it...