'I'm goin' t' buy my mother a new dress, or mebbe a beautiful ring,' she added thoughtfully.
For my own part I did not know what I should buy.

I wanted a real gun most of all and my inclination oscillated between that and a red rocking horse.

My mind was very busy while I sat in silence.

Presently I rose and went to Uncle Eb and whispered in his ear.
'Do you think I could get a real rifle with two shilin' ?' I enquired anxiously.
'No,' he answered in a low tone that seemed to respect my confidence.
'Bime by, when you're older, I'll buy ye a rifle--a real rip snorter, too, with a shiny barrel 'n a silver lock.

When ye get down t, the village ye'll see lots o' things y'd rather hev, prob'ly.