Finally, after a whispered conference, Hope asked for a 'silver no nothing', and provoked so much laughter that we both fled to the sidewalk.

Uncle Eb had to do our buying for us in the end.
'Wall, what'll ye hev ?' he said to me at length.
I tried to think-it was no easy thing to do after all I had seen.
'Guess I'll take a jacknife,' I whispered.
'Give this boy a knife,' he demanded.

'Wants t' be good 'n sharp.

Might hev t' skin a swift with it sometime.' 'What ye want ?' he asked, then turning to Hope.
'A doll,' she whispered.
'White or black ?' said he.
'White,' said she, 'with dark eyes and hair.' 'Want a reel, splendid, firs'-class doll,' he said to the clerk.

'Thet one'll do, there, with the sky-blue dress 'n the pink apron.' We were worn out with excitement when we left for home under lowering skies.