But Dr. Lavendar only said, "Dear me! What have we here?" and drew him to the next shop, at the door of which stood a wooden Indian, a tomahawk in one hand, and a cigar-box in the other. Dr. Lavendar bade David wait outside while he went into this shop, which the little boy was perfectly willing to do, for it isn't every day you get the chance to examine a wooden Indian, even to climbing up on his pedestal and feeling his tomahawk with respectful fingers. When Dr. Lavendar came out, David took his kind old hand, and burst into confidences. "When I'm big I'm going to fight Indians. Or else I'll drive fast horses. I don't know which. It's hard to decide, ain't it, sir?" "Very hard. If you choose the horses, I'll give you Goliath." David was silent; then he sighed: "I guess I'll fight Indians, sir," he said. But a moment later he was cheerfully confidential; he had thirty cents to spend! "Dear, dear," said Dr. Lavendar, "we mustn't do anything rash. Here, let's look in this window." Oh, how many windows there were, and all of them full of beautiful things! Dr. Lavendar was willing to stop at every one; and he joined in David's game of "mine," with the seriousness that all thoughtful persons give to this diversion. "That's _mine!_" David would cry, pointing to a green china toad behind the plate glass; and Dr. Lavendar would say gravely, "You may have it, David; you may have it." "Now it's your turn!" David would instruct him. "Must I take something in this window?" Dr. Lavendar would plead. And David always said firmly that he must. "Well, then, that's mine," Dr. Lavendar would say. "Why, that's only a teacup! We have thousands of them at our house!" David boasted. "I should think you would rather have the toad. I'll--I'll give you the toad, sir?" "Oh, dear me, no," Dr. Lavendar protested; "I wouldn't rob you for the world." And so they sauntered on, hand in hand. When they came to a book-store, Dr. Lavendar apologized for breaking in upon their "game." "I'm going to play _mine_, in here," he said. David was quite content to wait at the door and watch the people, and the yellow boxes full of windows, drawn by mules with bells jingling on their harness. Sometimes he looked fearfully back into the shop; but Dr. Lavendar was still playing "mine," so all was well. At last, however, he finished his game and came to the door. "Come along, David; this is the most dangerous place in town!" David looked at him with interest. "Why did you skip with your eye when you said that, sir?" he demanded. At which the clerk who walked beside them laughed loudly, and David grew very red and angry.