Before the child could reply, the girl spoke sharply.
"'Twas that one, sir, and her meddlesome fingers,—"
"Never mind about that," said Uncle Harry, then turning to the child he said:
"Did you like that one best, or is that larger one finer?"
"That large one is the loveliest. I didn't ever see one so fine as that."
"We'll have that one, then," he said, offering a bill to the astonished salesgirl.
"There, little girl, she's yours," he said, as he placed the big doll in her arms.
"I can hold her a little while?" she asked, eagerly.
"You can hold her always, if you want to," he said gently, "I bought her for you."