On those occasions Enoch felt very pompous. When he grew up he decided he'd buy a horse and a plow. It never dawned on him that he might need a held as well.
The height of his ambition was a horse and a plow.
Once when he was sitting beside his mother on the porch steps it suddenly occurred to him that he was very selfish not to wish for anything for her.
"Ma," he said, "ud you like a horse?"
"Think I would," said she, "but I'd rather you, my little lamb."
Enoch took the matter very seriously. "But if you cud have me too," he persisted, "wouldn't yo' like a horse?"
"I guess so."
"Wai, 'en," he said emphatically, "I'll get yo' one. Ef yo' wants a horse, yo' gotta have it."
"All right," said she, "but there's no hurry. Don' need it right away. Besides 'twould be rather awkward to know where to put it"
"'At," said he disdainfully, "is easy."
