I sat her down on my knee and trotted her.

She screamed with indignation, and grew so purple in the face I thought she was strangling, and I patted her on the back.
This liberty she resented by going into a sort of spasm, legs and arms flying in every direction, worse than a wind-mill in a gale.
"This will never do," I thought; at the same time I was positive I heard a suppressed giggle in my rear.
A happy thought occurred to me--infants were always tickled with watches! But, alas I had pawned mine.

However, I had a gold locket in my pocket, with my picture in it, which I had bought in Chicago, to present to the widow, and didn't present: this I drew forth and dangled before the eyes of the little infernal threshing-machine.
The legs and arms quieted down; the fat hands grabbed the glittering trinket.

"Goo--goo--goo--goo," said the baby, and thrust the locket in her mouth.

I think she must have been going through the interesting process of teething, for she made so many dents in the handsome face, that it was rendered useless as a future gift to some fortunate girl, while the way she slobbered over it was disgusting.