I thought I'd never get it." "You must have wanted something very much," suggested Constance, smiling sympathetically at her vision of this man as a boy, hoarding his pennies and nickels like a miser for so long a time.
"I did," he admitted simply.

"I wanted a cook stove with silver knobs.
The day I had it brought home was the proudest of my life.

My mother knelt down and hugged it.

It had four lids and not one of them was cracked." Constance looked at him with a musing smile.

He must have been a handsome boy..