My poor Mary! The ith tho overcome with joy at our reunion the hath thwooned. That'th jutht like my Mary, the thweetetht woman in the entire world.

The hath nithe bothomth, too. I've theen them.

Uthing Marie'th bar rag, I dab at her lovely fathe. I mutht bring her to very gently. Thometimeth the hath thtrange reactionth to thingth, like the time I wanted her to thit in the dirt with me and play with wormth.

I like wormth. They make good petth. They tathte good, too. I like mine raw with a little thalt, but Mumthy preferth herth mathed with a delicate thauthe of rotted fith headth.

Oh, there! That'th muth better. Mary ith coming to now. The ith blinking her eyeth, but the thtill lookth a little dathed. Perhapth thome tender loving care will help.

I drape the rag carefully over her head and pull her into my armth.

I withper tenderly in her ear. "Did you mith me? You mutht have thearched all over for me! I'm tho glad we're together again!"

The ith beginning to thquirm tho I hold on to her more tightly. Thith ith very hard. The'th kind of thlippery.

I thqueethe her tenderly and kith her delicate little ear. "Are you ready to have babieth with me? Pleathe thay yeth!"