Pockets were capacious in those days.

'Look here, uncle Bates, here is what I came to bring you.

I made it on purpose for you.

You must wear it this winter, and give your red one to old Brooks.' 'Eh, Miss Tiny, this _is_ a beauty.

An' ye made it all wi' yer little fingers for an old feller laike mae! I tek it very kaind on ye, an' I belave ye I'll wear it, and be prood on't too.