'Spect she's got the toothache," suggested the talking infant, who was trying to lie and coo on a rug, but was unable to do it.
"Well said, little Toddle; false toothache, hey ?" "Are they false, Mr.Moony?
Then that was why she puckered up her lips so funny," said Mother Hubbard; "it was to keep 'em in!" "Yes; and take her, teeth and all, her face has about as much expression as a platter of cold hash.

I'll leave it to you if it hasn't, Prue." "Why, there, Miss Fixfix never asked me to kiss her one time," said Fly, with sudden astonishment.
"Reckon you'd have wanted a lump of sugar after it, Topknot." The good-natured housekeeper shook with laughter as she listened to these remarks from the next room.
"What a terrible creature this _Miss Fixfix_ is!" thought she.

"Well, if they've got such an idea of me, I won't try to change it.

Not for the rest of the day, at any rate.

I'll keep my distance, and let 'em work." Mother Hubbard began to look about her with the mien of a housekeeper.
"Let us see: what are we burning here ?" said she, taking off a stove-cover.