"You heard what I called you?" I said to him. "A thing. So don't go
putting yourself forward."
He gazed up innocently from under my arm.
"What shall we get first?" he asked.
"I want the engine-room. The locomotive in the home. The boy's own
railroad track."
"That's downstairs. But did you really think of an engine? I mean,
isn't it rather large and heavy? Why not get a--"