Then I fancied myself showing her all my possessions at home, and begging the like for her from my indulgent father.

I pictured the new interest which my old toys would derive from being exhibited to her.

I thought I would beg for an exhibition of the magic lantern, for a garden for her like my own, and for several half-holidays.

It delighted me to imagine myself presenting her with whatever she most admired, like some Eastern potentate or fairy godmother.

But I could not connect her in my mind with the saddlery business.