If you'll just read the directions, you'll see how he
climbs up the string."
"Yeah! Look at him! I don't need no directions!"
"Mierd. Com'ere. You're next on the presents. I bought this
for you in New York City the day after the Armistice was signed."
Mierd grinned as our oldest brother handed her a small,
slick, black box not more than half the size of a biscuit. I
could hardly wait for her to open it!
She didn't know how.
"Mash the little brass catch on the side," Walker told her.
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.
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