"Oh, cos he lets us have nice times, an' gave me my mama an' papa,
an' Phillie--but he took him away again--an' Toddie, but Toddie's
a dreadful bad boy sometimes, though."

"Very true, Budge," said I, remembering my trunk and the object of
my ride.

"Uncle Harry, did you ever see the Lord?"

"No, Budge; he has been very close to me a good many times, but I
never saw him."

"Well, _I_ have; I see him every time I look up in the sky, and
there ain't nobody 'with me."

The driver crossed himself and whispered, "He's foriver a-sayin'
that, an' be the powers, I belave him. Sometimes ye'd think that
the howly saints thimselves was a-sphak-in' whin that bye gits to
goin' on that way." It WAS wonderful. Budge's countenance seemed
too pure to be of the earth as he continued to express his ideas
of the better land and its denizens. As for Toddie, his tongue was
going incessantly, although in a tone scarcely audible; but when I
chanced to catch his expressions, they were so droll and fanciful,
that I took him upon my lap that I might hear him more distinctly.
I even detected myself in the act of examining the mental draft of
my proposed letter to Helen, and of being ashamed of it. But
neither Toddie's fancy nor Budge's spirituality caused me to
forget the principal object of my ride. I found a locksmith and
left the lock to be fitted with a key; then we drove to the Falls.