"'This little fellow isn't dead,' said one of them. He wasn't. Pretty soon he opened his eyes, and when he saw his mother he began to cry. Tot had wrapped him up so warm that the cold didn't kill him,—only made him dull.
"It took longer to bring her round, but at last they did. And the first thing she said was, 'Mamie didn't mean to spill the milk.'
"I declare," said March with a frog in his throat, I never did see the beat of that child."
"And is that the end?" asked Thekla, who had been quietly crying for some time past over little Tot's troubles.
"Of course it's the end," replied March. "What did you expect? And a very nice story it is, though I say it as shouldn't.
"And now I'm off," shouted he, and made a rush for the door.
"One minute!" cried Max: "you've forgotten something. Here's your moments, you know. And then there is the present you were to give us: don't leave that out."
