Hewasinanecstasy。Howhehadlongedforawatch，justsuchaturnip-shapedone，andapaint-box。Whatcolourshecouldmake！EvenAuntAmy’sprayerbookwassomething，withitssquashycoverandsilkmarkeronlywhydidAuntAmynevergivehimanythingsensible？。Hestoodthere，hisfaceflushed，hiseyessparkling，thewatchinonehandandthepaint-boxintheother。Remarkswereheardlike：“Youmustn’tpokeitwith，yourfinger，Jerrydarling，oryou’llbreakthehandsoff“；and“Ithoughthe’d，betterhavethesquaresort，andnotthetubes。They’resosquashy“；and“You’llbeabletolearnyourCollectsoeasilywiththatbigprint，Jerrydear。Verykindofyou，Amy。“
MeanwhilehewasawarethatUncleSamuelhadgivenhimnothing。
Therewasalittlethickcatchofdisappointmentinhisthroat，notbecausehewantedapresent，butbecausehelikedUncleSamuel。
Suddenly，fromsomewherebehindhimhisunclesaid：“Shutyoureyes，Jerry。Don’topenthemuntilItellyou“——thenrathercrossly，“No，Amy，leavemealone。IknowwhatI’mabout，thankyou。“
Jeremyshuthiseyestight。Heclosedthemsothattheeyelidsseemedtoturnrightinwardsandredlightsflashed。Hestoodthereforatleastacentury，allindarkness，noonesayinganythingsavethatonceMarycried“Oh！“andclappedherhands，whichsamecryexcitedhimtosuchapitchthathewouldhavedughisnailsintohishandshadhenotsoconsistentlyinthepastbittenthemthattherewerenonailswithwhichtodig。Hewaited。Hewaited。Hewaited。Hewasnoteight，hewaseightywhenatlastUncleSamuelsaid，“Nowyoumaylook。“