Uncle Peabody took it down and held it aloft by the chain, so that none should miss the sight, saying: "From Santa Claus for Bart!" A murmur of admiration ran through the company which gathered around me as I held the treasure in my trembling hands.
"This is for Bart, too," Uncle Peabody shouted as he took down a bolt of soft blue cloth and laid it in my arms.

"Now there's somethin' that's jest about as slick as a kitten's ear.

Feel of it.

It's for a suit o' clothes.

Come all the way from Burlington." "Good land o' Goshen! Don't be in such a hurry," said Aunt Deel.
"Sorry, but the stage can't wait for nobody at all--it's due to leave right off," Uncle Peabody remarked as he laid a stuffed stocking on top of the cloth and gave me a playful slap and shouted: "Get-ap, there.
You've got yer load." I moved out of the way in a hurricane of merriment.