"And there are other things, too.

I expect there are half a dozen new 'Old Blues' and black basalts that I want to see; eh, Uncle William ?" she finished, smiling into the eyes of the man who had been gazing at her with doting pride for the last five minutes.
"Ho! Will isn't on teapots now," quoth Bertram, before his brother had a chance to reply.

"You might dangle the oldest 'Old Blue' that ever was before him now, and he'd pay scant attention if he happened at the same time to get his eyes on some old pewter chain with a green stone in it." Billy laughed; but at the look of genuine distress that came into William's face, she sobered at once.
"Don't you let him tease you, Uncle William," she said quickly.
"I'm sure pewter chains with green stones in them sound just awfully interesting, and I want to see them right away now.

Come," she finished, springing to her feet, "take me up-stairs, please, and show them to me." William shook his head and said, "No, no!" protesting that what he had were scarcely worth her attention; but even while he talked he rose to his feet and advanced half eagerly, half reluctantly, toward the door.
"Nonsense," said Billy, fondly, as she laid her hand on his arm.

"I know they are very much worth seeing.