"Shall I stick around, Your Honor? Any kidnapping facts?"
"I don't know, just now. Wait around about an hour, and drop in again."
So His Honor, Mayor of Branton Hills, and Childhood sat on that grassy
lawn; a tiny tot making daisy chains, grass rings, and thrilling at
Gadsby's story of how a boy, known as Jack, had to climb a big, big
tall stalk to kill an awfully ugly giant. Finally Gadsby said:--
"I thought you had a baby playing with you."
"I did."
"Huh, it isn't playing now. Did it fly away?"
"Oho! No! A baby can't fly!"
"No. That's right. But how _could_ a baby go away from you without your
knowing it?"
"It didn't. I did know it."
Now, many may think that His Honor would thrill at this information;
but Gadsby didn't. So, "playing around" for a bit, His Honor finally
said:--
"I wish _I_ had a baby to play with, right now!"
"You can."
"Can I? How?"