` For Caleb Plummer , ' '' said the little man , spelling out the direction . '' ` With Cash . ' With Cash , John ? I do n't think it 's for me . '' `` With Care , '' returned the Carrier , looking over his shoulder . `` Where do you make out cash ? '' `` Oh ! To be sure ! '' said Caleb . `` It 's all right . With care ! Yes , yes ; that 's mine . It might have been with cash , indeed , if my dear Boy in the Golden South Americas had lived , John . You loved him like a son ; did n't you ? You need n't say you did . I know , of course . ` Caleb Plummer . With care . ' Yes , yes , it 's all right . It 's a box of dolls ' eyes for my daughters ' work .
I wish it was her own sight XXXXX a box , John . ''
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