I saw it in the window of a second-hand store, and a fellow GAVE me that stone pug dog.

He was a druggist.

It was in Sacramento too.

We traded.

I gave him a shaving-mug and a razor, and he gave me the pug dog." There were, however, two of his belongings that even Trina could not induce him to part with.
"And your concertina, Mac," she prompted, as they were making out the list for the second-hand dealer.