Dick, who was still steadily
fishing--"dug it out of a cabbage patch; an' I got a trow'l and dug all
our cabbage patch up, but there weren't any babies but there were no
end of worms."

"I wish I had a baby," said Emmeline, "and I wouldn't send it back to
the cabbage patch.

"The doctor," explained Dick, "took it back and planted it again; and
Mrs James cried when I asked her, and daddy said it was put back to
grow and turn into an angel."

"Angels have wings," said Emmeline dreamily.

"And," pursued Dick, "I told cook, and she said to Jane [that] daddy
was always stuffing children up with--something or 'nother. And I asked
daddy to let me see him stuffing up a child--and daddy said cook'd have
to go away for saying that, and she went away next day."

"She had three big trunks and a box for her bonnet," said Emmeline,
with a far-away look as she recalled the incident.

"And the cabman asked her hadn't she any more trunks to put on his cab,
and hadn't she forgot the parrot cage," said Dick.

"I wish _I_ had a parrot in a cage," murmured Emmeline, moving slightly
so as to get more in the shadow of the sail.

"And what in the world would you be doin' with a par't in a cage?"
asked Mr Button.

"I'd let it out," replied Emmeline.

"Spakin' about lettin' par'ts out of cages, I remimber me grandfather
had an ould pig," said Paddy (they were all talking seriously together
like equals). "I was a spalpeen no bigger than the height of me knee,
and I'd go to the sty door, and he'd come to the door, and grunt an'
blow wid his nose undher it; an' I'd grunt back to vex him, an' hammer
wid me fist on it, an' shout `Halloo there! halloo there!' and `Halloo
to you!' he'd say, spakin' the pigs' language. `Let me out,' he'd say,
`and I'll give yiz a silver shilling.'

"`Pass it under the door,' I'd answer him. Thin he'd stick the snout of
him undher the door an' I'd hit it a clip with a stick, and he'd yell
murther Irish. An' me mother'd come out an' baste me, an' well I
desarved it.

"Well, wan day I opened the sty door, an' out he boulted and away and
beyant, over hill and hollo he goes till he gets to the edge of the
cliff overlookin' the say, and there he meets a billy-goat, and he and
the billy-goat has a division of opinion.

"`Away wid yiz!' says the billy-goat.

"`Away wid yourself!' says he.

"`Whose you talkin' to?' says t'other.

"`Yourself,' says him.

"`Who stole the eggs?' says the billy-goat.

"`Ax