Norwich bulletin., 1915-04-28

'"Trot right along" said Uncle Tom grandly. Mel can take care or the baby"
 and mother of the young one in ques- ton, not without some misg1vings, fared forth to the dinner party, leav- ing Uncle Tom in entire charge of that important person.
 Some time after their departure the baby, sitting sleepily in her high chair, looked seraphically across the table at her uncle "Coo-coo," she said:
 more" ue he ' said. "You'Ve had your coo-coo. Now it's beddy-bed.'
 The baby looked doubtful. Coo- coo?" she inquired.
 Uncle Tom picked her up from her high chair and tossed her. with affec- tionate ferocity, up to his shoulder, then broke into an enchanting gaLop, which brought forth shrieks Of Joy from the infant.
 At the foot of the stairs the baby leaned over and looked into his face with sweetly alluring eyes. Coo-coo,' sine murmured.
 Uncle Tom gently lowered her from his shoulder and set her on the balas- ter. Now, look here, young one, he said earnestly. Tets settle this thing before we go any farther. You've had your cooky. You're just full of cook ies and other provender and now you're going to bed. Do you under stand?
 The baby's lips quivered. 'Coo- coo?" she ventured again.
 Uncle Tom sighed. Then he lifted her up again and proceeded upstairs.
 sNow, we must lie down and go sleepy sleep" said Uncle Tom firmly, when the two had had a final good night romp. The baby wiggled. "Coo- coo," she demanded.
 Uncle Tom groaned. Person of one idea" he said oracularly. You can not have any more coo-coo tonight.
 The baby withdrew her tiny Ieet from under the bedclothes and scram- = bled down from the bed. "Coo-coo," she announced emphatically.
 'No," said Uncle Tom, putting her back with some force and smoothing the covers down over her. The baby promptly kicked them off. "Coo-coo, she repeated angrily. The next mo- ment she was out of bed and scamp ering across the room. Uncle Tom darted after her. "Coo-coo," he screamed fercely beating as much o1 him as she could reach with her tiny fists.
 Uncle Tom retreated and regarded her distractedly. q don't know what it will do to your little insides, but don't see how it can be any worse fol you than this sort of thing he apos' trophized. ''So here goes! Will yor let uncle go and get a cooky for you while you lie still in bed?'' The baby allowed him to put hel back in her crib and when he returned with a sweet cracker accepted 1t ant munched it contentedly. When sh' 1 had finished she turned a pair Q! bright eyes up at him. "Coo-coo? ? she queried. The echoes of his how of despair had not died away before the baby was out of bed and runnfnt across the floor. Uncle Tom caugh 1 her by the tail of her tiny nightgown "But you can't have any more" he in sisted. They'll give you all kinds O. things; cramps, stomach ache. appen dicitis; terrible things!"
 But the baby was not open to con, viction along these lines. "Coo-coo! she announced implacably. l Uncle Tom sighed for the fifth time Then he surrended and handed her an l other cracker.
 1 At midnight the baby's mother creerful and radiant, found Uncle Tom his once sturdy six feet of manhood reduced to a mere pulp, painful. tracking back and forth across thu bedroom floor, his small niece sitting bolt upright in his arms, her eyes shin 1 ing like stars, the remains of a cookJ