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 in a box , John . '' `` I wish it was , or could be ! '' cried the Carrier . `` Thankee , '' said the little man . `` You speak very hearty . To think that she should never see the Dolls -- and them a staring at her , so bold , all day long ! That 's where it cuts . What 's the damage , John ? ''
`` I 'll damage you , '' said John , `` XXXXX you inquire .
Caleb John Plummer With for if in like of right