If you behave yourself you shall have fine times with me.

Stop crying now, and come with me; I am going to buy you a new suit of clothes." "I don't want new clothes--I want my mammy," exclaimed the child, with a fresh burst of grief.
"Oh dear me!" said the fussy old gentleman, "why can't you stop--I don't want to hear you cry.

Here," continued he, fumbling in his pocket--"here's a picayune." "Will that buy mother back ?" said the child brightening up.
"No, no, my little man, not quite--I wish it would.

I'd purchase the old woman; but I can't--I'm not able to spare the money." "Then I don't want it," cried the boy, throwing the money on the ground.
"If it won't buy mammy, I don't want it.

I want my mammy, and nothing else." At length, by much kind language, and by the prospect of many fabulous events to occur hereafter, invented at the moment by the old gentleman, the boy was coaxed into a more quiescent state, and trudged along in the rear of Mr.Moyese--that was the name of his purchaser--to be fitted with the new suit of clothes.
The next morning they started by the stage for Augusta.