Madame Foster coughed. "Ok, where was I...ah yes. Frankie was 2. And Mr. Herriman was worried."
In the story……..
"Madame. Miss Francis has just threw up on me" Mr. Herriman made a face. Frankie babbled, and then threw up again. "Me Morry Mr. Merriman" Mr Herriman made another face. "Oh don't speak silly Mr. Herriman, she's only two!" Mr. Herriman folded his arms and frowned. "I was the principal Madame. Now I must see Master Wilt." Wilt, who was not so tall, was sweeping the floor. Eduardo was carrying dishes, slipped on the floor and the plates crashed on a rather angry Mr. Herriman. "Master Wilt, I have a job for you" Wilt beamed. "Really?" Mr. Herriman nodded. To Wilt's surprise he was holding Frankie. Ed stopped crying and said Hi to Frankie. "Hola" he said. Frankie started crying. Her face screwed up. Wilt tried to rock her to sleep, but she bawled her eyes out.
In the present day….
Wilt looked sad. Frankie comforted him, "Oh...Wilt" she began. "I was only two..." Wilt wiped a tear out of his eye and murmured "Yeah." He smiled at Frankie. Bloo, who was getting impatient, coughed. "Oh...the story." Madame Foster mumbled. Bloo nodded. "Where I...Ah yes...Wilt was was sad..."