"And our legs! Have you seen our great big fat legs, Miss Smith?"
"I dess his papa and mamma don't like him one little bit!"
"He says, No, Miss Smith, they just think I'm a little ugly-mug. They think I'm a little good-fornothing nuisance, and they're just going to give me to the rag-man," Kate replied, complacently, while Jodie looked at the world with wide opaque blue eyes, drooling dreamily, or buried pink fingers in Miss Smith's dusty frizz.
Joe brought home presents for his little boy—fishes and swans and frogs to swim in his bath; a bell-hung Punchinello with a squeaking stomach, dressed in white-and-scarlet satin, a lamb bigger than Jodie, mounted on its wheeled green meadow. And later, when Jodie was teething, not able to sleep, it was his father who could soothe him.
"You go to bed, Katie. I'll get him off."
Kate, sinking into peace, would hear him singing, hoarse with sleepiness:
Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow, wow wow.
I have a little cat, and I'm very fond of that.
But I'd rather have a bow-wow wow wow wow wow
Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow, wow wow"
until tired mother and tired baby were both asleep.
They took Jodie down to the Lakeside Studio, to be
