"That will wake him up, and then we'll make a lady's chair and carry him home." "Don't want to thwing," lisped Charlie.
"What for you don't ?" said wee Katie.
"Cauthe the ladieth will thee me." "O, you's a little scat crow!" "Hush, Katie," said the older children; "do look at his hair; it curls almost as tight as dandelion stems." "Thee the dimple in my chin!" "Which chin ?" said Prudy; "you've got three of them." "And the wuffle wound my neck! Gueth what we've got over to my houthe?
Duckth." "O, ducks ?" cried Dotty; "that's what I want to make me happy.

There, Prudy, think of their velvet heads and beads of eyes, waddling about this yard." "People sometimes take ducks' eggs and put them in a hen's nest," said Prudy, reflectively.
"O, there now," whispered Dotty, "shouldn't you think Mrs.Gray might give me three or four eggs for carrying the milk every single night ?" "Why, yes, I should; and perhaps she will." "I gueth my mamma wants me at home," said Charlie, yawning.
Prudy and Dotty went with him; and in her eagerness concerning the ducks' eggs, Dotty quite forgot the secret draughts of milk she and Katie had quaffed under the acorn-tree, calling it nectar.

But this was not the last of it..