From my great-grandmother’s poetry book, Where Children Live (1958). By Alice B. Johnson (and with it I learn we have a shared love of antiques!!)
I shall pretend that I have come to buy
A walnut highboy from New England way–
An alabaster trinket box in which
To tuck my precious jewelry away.
A ruby goblet or a Spode tureen–
A lovely fragile Dreseden figure or
A silver coffee pot, a Sheffield tray–
Perhaps a shiny knocker for my door.
Which shall it be? I can’t make up my mind
Until another time (so I’ll pretend),
And none will know, but I, that in my purse
There’s just one silver dollar I may spend.