As soon as Mierd pushed in the little knob, the lid flew up. She started squealing and jumping!
"It's a ring! A gold finger ring! Gee, thanks, Walker! Oh, ain't it pretty!"
"Let's hope it fits."
Mierd slipped the ring on her middle finger and dashed back over to the supper table to hold her hand close to the lamp. She turned her finger from side to side, making the gold ring shine and sparkle. To get a close look at it, I had to jump up on the end of the bench and lean across the corner of the table.
"Lemme wear it a little bit, Mierd."
"No, Bandershanks! I'm not gonna ever, ever take it off."
"Stingy!"
"I'm not stingy. It's my ring! And it's pure gold! Anyhow, Bandershanks, they brought you lots of pretties, too. Look there spread out on the table: a beaded purse with real money in it, and a yellow soap doll, and pink beads to wear around your neck!"
"I want a ring."
"You ain't big enough yet to wear rings!"