almost in a slump. Now, just start this crowd moving. I know a bit about Youth.”
“That’s right,” said a big, husky patrolman. “If anybody living knows kids, it’s you, sir.”
So, as things got around to normal, His Honor, now sitting flat on City Park’s smooth lawn, said, jovially:—
“Hulloa.”
A big gulping sob in a tiny bosom—didn’t gulp; and a grin ran around a small mouth, as our young lady said:—
“So many big cops! O-o-o! I got afraid!”
“I know, darling; but no big cops will shout at you now. I don’t shout at tiny girls, do I?”
“No, sir; but if folks do shout, I go all woozy.”
“Woozy? Woozy? Ha, ha! I’ll look that up in a big book. But what’s all this fuss about? Is it about a baby?”
A vigorous nodding of a bunch of brown curls.
“What? Fussing about a baby? A baby is too small to fuss about.”
“O-o-o-o! It isn’t!!”
“No?”
“No, sir. I fuss about my dolly, an’ it’s not half so big as a baby.”
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