"  Papa,  do  buy  him  !  it 's  no  matter  what  you  pay,"  whispered
Eva,  softly,  getting  up  on  a  package,  and  putting  her  arm  around
her  father's  neck.  "  You  have  money  enough,  I  know.  I  want
him."

"  What  for,  pussy  ?  Are  you  going  to  use  him  for  a  rattle-
box,  or  a  rocking-horse,  or  what  ?  "

"  I  want  to  make  him  happy."

"  An  original  reason,  certainly."

Here  the  trader  handed  up  a  certificate,  signed  by  Mr.  Shelby,
which  the  young  man  took  with  the  tips  of  his  long  fingers,  and
glanced  over  carelesslj.
