"Wait!" says I. "When I get to be a little older, and some bigger, and
after I've made heaps and heaps of money, and have a big, black
automobile----"

"And a big, black mustache," adds Peggy.

"No," says I. "Cut out the miracles. Call it when I'm in business for
myself. Then, if somebody'll only choke off Aunty long enough, I
may--well, some fine moonlight night I may tell her all about it."

"Oh!" gasps Jane. "Mayn't we be there to hear you do it?"

"Not if I can bar you out," says I.

"Please!" says Peggy. "We would sit just as still and not---- Oh,
here's Aunt Marjorie. Aunty, what do you think? Mr. Torchy's been
telling us a secret."

"There, there, Peggy," says Marjorie, "don't be silly. Torchy is
waiting to see Baby. Come! He's awake now."

Yep, I had to do the inspection act, after all. And I must say that
most of these infant wonders look a good deal alike; only Ferdinand,
Jr., has a cute way of tryin' out his new tooth on your thumb.

Goin' back towards the station I meets Ferdy, himself, trampin' in
lonesome from a long walk, and lookin' mighty glum.

"Of all the gloom carriers!" says I. "What was it let you in bad this