For Aaron, almost the only man in Thrums who shunned the revels that day, she bought a gingerbread house; and the miraculous powder which must be taken on a sixpence was to make Blinder see again, but unfortunately he forgot about putting it on the sixpence.

And of course there was something for a certain boy.
Grizel had completed her purchases by five o'clock, when Tommy was still heavy with threepence halfpenny.

They included a fluffy pink shawl, she did not say for whom, but the Painted Lady wore it afterwards, and for herself another doll.
"But that doll's leg is broken," Tommy pointed out.
"That was why I bought it," she said warmly, "I feel so sorry for it, the darling," and she carried it carefully so that the poor thing might suffer as little pain as possible.
Twice they rushed home for hasty meals, and were back so quickly that Tommy's shadow strained a muscle in turning with him.

Night came on, and from a hundred strings stretched along stands and shows there now hung thousands of long tin things like trumpets.

One burning paper could set a dozen of these ablaze, and no sooner were they lit than a wind that had been biding its time rushed in like the merriman, making the lamps swing on their strings, so that the flaring lights embraced, and from a distance Thrums seemed to be on fire.
Even Grizel was willing to hold Tommy's hand now, and the three could only move this way and that as the roaring crowd carried them.