"
"That's what you said at breakfast. I ain't got a bit of patience with
people that get theirselves sick in bed and be a nuisance to
everybody, just for the pleasure of slopping around in the slush on a
day like this. I'm going to fix you some toast and a egg, while he's
hitchin' up."
"Go on with the story, 'Telia," demanded Bertie, carefully bestowing a
nose on the dough man.
"Well," resumed Myrtella, from the stove, casting an anxious glance at
Miss Lady who stood at the window impatiently tapping the pane,
"everbody was a wonderin' what would be his very first words, an' Dr.
Wyeth he sez, 'Don't pester him to talk, jes' let it come natural.'
One day me an' the nurse, the stuck-up one I was tellin' you 'bout,
was fixin' to spray out his throat, an' he look so curious at all the
little rubber tubes, an' fixin's, that she sez, 'You'll know a lot
when you leave here, Chick.' And what do you think he up an' answered?
Just as smart an' plain as if he'd a been talkin' all his life?"
"What?" demanded Bertie as breathlessly as if he hadn't heard the
story a dozen times.
"'Shucks', sez Chick, 'I knowed a lot when I come!'" Myrtella's pride
in this first articulation of her offspring was so great that it
rendered her oblivious to the fact that the toast was scorching.
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