put ma's handkerchief, the one pa gev her for Christmas,
around his neck, sort o' sailor collar style, to show
he's a boy. And now the snow is melted, I'll go at him.
Don't cry now Danny, man, yer going' up to the big house
where the lovely pink lady lives that has the chocaklut
drops on her stand and chunks of cake on the table wid
nuts in them as big as marbles. There now," continued
Pearlie, putting the towel over her finger and penetrating
Danny's ear, "she'll not say she can plant seeds in you.
Yer ears are as clean as hers," and Pearlie stood back
and took a critical view of Danny's ears front and back.

"Chockaluts?" asked Danny to be sure that he hadn't been
mistaken.

"Yes," went on Pearlie to keep him still while she fixed
his shock of red hair into stubborn little curls, and
she told again with ever growing enthusiasm the story of
the pink lady, and the wonderful things she had in the
box tied up with store string.

At last Danny was completed and stood on a chair for
inspection. But here a digression from the main issue
occurred, for Bugsey had grown tired of his temporary
confinement and complained that Patsey had not contributed
one thing to Danny's wardrobe while he had had to give
up both his stockings and his pants.

Pearlie stopped in the work of combing her own hair to
see what could be done.