toots

Louis said they had no Toots there and Lamb said he was very sorry, that he must have got the wrong number.

When he had been established some weeks Mr. Toots wrote to say that he wanted seven different kinds of wine-glasses, six of each.

The trouble with Mr. Toots was that for some reason he expected Celia to supply the glasses.

Mamma sprang up at once, and there was Toots seated on a bath-tub driving for dear life with two of his best sashes for reins.

Perhaps she might carry Toots some flowers; her auntie was fast asleep and the nurse was out.