"No, sir," said Dexter decisively, "I don't want to caddy any more." Then, after a pause: "I'm too old."
His winter dreams happened to be concerned at first with musings on the rich, that there was anything merely snobbish in the boy. He wanted not association with glittering things and glittering people--he wanted the glittering things themselves.
In this passage, Dexter is talking about his life. He doesn't want to be a caddy anymore and he wants something better for his life. In the passage, he talks about his dreams. His dreams to own "glittering things" he doesn't want to see them and associate with them, such as what he could have done when he was a caddy, he wanted to own them.
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