Chapter 3 3.Brand new small wallet

Baba was not very old at all, she was only fourteen when she first bathed Anthony, but she and Lara were the eldest of ten children in their family.By the time Baba was nine years old he knew all about bathing a baby.When Anthony was grown up, and at the age of six, I daresay, she seemed much older to her than she was twenty, and much taller than five feet one, which she has remained ever since. Tall and short, although I am getting older and older, I am no longer tall.Besides, maybe Anthony didn't even think about whether she was tall or short, fat or thin, young or old.She was just his Baba, the one who played with him a lot, who sometimes scolded him a few words, who was always with him and always will be with him.First he staggered around the old house and then around the old garden, always following her.At last he followed her out of the garden and down the lanes into the village.Some days, when she had to go farther, she would give him a firm kiss and say, "Goodbye, my little lamb, Baba is going to the market. Don't you cry, I'll bring you back." A brand new small wallet for you."

So she went out with a round brown basket in her arm, and a rosy round face on top of her neatly dressed round body.Anthony stayed and played in the garden, with the sound of the new little silver purse ringing in his ears.But it seemed as if the bells would stop tinkling and would soon be silent.Anthony soon forgot all about the new little silver purse.He busied himself with his own little plot in the garden, planting there some of the little flowers which he had gathered in other parts of the garden.Otherwise, he was busy in the orchard, harnessing the long-haired dog Dover in a small cart, picking up the wind-blown fruit from the grass and loading it on the cart, which was to be sent to the chef for apple filling Pie And Apple Pudding.So Baba came back from the market, and he never asked her for the brand new little purse, and she stuffed a piece of toffee in his mouth and gave him a firm kiss on his sugary bulging cheek , Said he was a good boy.At this time, he will be satisfied.

Then one day, when Anthony was much older than he was last week, Baba said, "Come, my little lamb, Baba wants to go to the market, and you can come with me." "May I get a new little silver purse, Baba?" Anthony asked. "That's needless to say!" Baba said happily, without thinking about it at all.Who knows that Anthony has not forgotten this time, because he didn't think about the garden at all, nor did he think about Dover or apples.When he was on the road, he thought of nothing but his new little wallet. It was a long, long way, but finally they reached the market.Anthony followed Baba back and forth in front of one shop after another. Some shops sold some useful things, such as shoelaces and wooden ladles; some shops sold some things he liked. Things like taffy, fruit candies.Some sold eggs and vegetables, others china pots and plates, others silk aprons and all sorts of little things.While Baba put the butter and white cloth into the basket, Anthony kept looking around for a store that sold a new little silver purse.But he couldn't find a shop like that anywhere.

At last Baba said, "All right, Lamb, I've got it all. Let's go and buy penny taffy now, and then we can go home." Unexpectedly, Anthony said: "I don't want taffy, I want a brand new little wallet." Baba smiled happily because she had done all the work, and the taffy seller, the Mr. Pierce, who stood behind the counter smiled too.He counted out some taffy, and Baba put a penny on the counter. "Here you are!" Baba put a piece of taffy in Anthony's hand, "This is your brand new little silver bag, there is nothing wrong with it." Anthony took a good look at the sticky, familiar brown sugar, then looked up again, looked at Baba carefully, and buried his face in her skirt and cried.

"Oh, baby! Oh, baby!" exclaimed Baba, in great amazement, "don't you want your taffy?" "I want a brand new little wallet." Anthony cried with tears and snot all over his face. "You are such a silly little lamb now!" Baba scolded, "Listen to me, if you don't stop, I will never take you to the market again." But Anthony was sobbing: "I want a brand new little wallet." "Say what, there's no such thing. Suck your taffy and be quiet, boy. It's a brand new little purse! Mr. Pierce, have you ever heard a silly boy say such a talk?"

Mr. Pierce had a large, shy face, but with a smile.He leaned over the counter and patted Anthony on the back. "Don't cry, my baby, don't cry now! I'm here to give you the most beautiful brand-new little wallet, and I'll definitely give it to you!" Anthony stopped sobbing, poked his head out from under Baba's clothes, looked up at Mr. Pierce with his teary and snotty face.Mr. Pierce groped under the counter and produced a lovely little wallet, still quite new.It looked like a cap on a bottle, but it wasn't because there was nothing in it.On the top of the purse were some words that Anthony could not read, but there was a star on it, which he could see clearly.

"Oh, thank you!" said Anthony, full of happiness.Mr. Pierce laughed, Baba laughed, and Anthony laughed too, and he didn't know why they were laughing.Since the new little silver purse was empty, he put the brown taffy in it, and staggered home by Baba's side, clutching it tightly in his sticky little hands. That silver purse.When he got home, he tore open the purse, put the taffy in his mouth, and ran into the house to find Dover, who had thrown the new little purse into the garden. out of place.