There would be shillings and shillings to buy things with.

The child who never had a copper but what Uncle Reuben gave her, who passed her whole existence in greedily coveting the unattainable and in chafing under the rule of an iron and miserly thrift, felt suddenly intoxicated by this golden prospect of illimitable 'buying.' And what could possibly prevent its coming true?
Any fool--such as 'Wigson's Em'ly'-- could earn nine shillings a week at tailoring; and to make money at your stomach's expense seemed suddenly to put you in possession of a bank on which the largest drawings were possible.

It all looked so ingenious, so feasible, so wholly within the grip of that indomitable will the child felt tense within her.
So the two sat gazing out over the moorland.

It was the first summer day, fresh and timid yet, as though the world and the sun were still ill-acquainted.

Down below, over the sparkling brook, an old thorn was quivering in the warm breeze, its bright thin green shining against the brown heather.