"How much for the light in a basket?"  The girl lays her coins on the counter.
"How much for the light in the basket?" she asks.

"The one, 'containing:
   happy thoughts
   corners of smiles
   twinkles in eyes
   sisters' hugs
   summer picnics
   sweet dreams,
     and fairy dust?'"

Counting, one, two, three pennies, the clerk smiles.
"You have it exactly," he says, and retrieves it from the window.