"Yes."
"Well, what else?"
"Another one, too."
"Three dolls! goodness! but tell me what you would like beside the three dolls?"
"Some more dolls," persisted Molly, with her finger in her mouth.
"Whew! What would you like, Johnny?" inquired Ishmael, smiling on the little boy.
"I'd like a hatchet all of my own. I want one the worst kind of a way," said Johnny solemnly.
"Shall I bring him a little box of dwarf carpenter tools, Uncle
Reuben?" inquired Ishmael doubtfully.
"Just as you please, Ishmael. He can't do much damage with them inside, because Hannah is always here to watch him; and he may hack and saw as much as he likes outside," said Reuben.
These points being settled, and the children not only soothed, but delighted, Ishmael put them off his knees and arose to depart.