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 "What's in your box, old lady?" Mark inquired. "What box?" said Jane, pushing out of her eyes a wisp of hair which had escaped the blue string.

"My stars, if you could see what you did to your face!" Alan commented.

Jane regarded a muddy thumb dubiously, and then blew mightily at the refractory lock, which immediately floated down again, however.

"What box?" she repeated.

"This one," Mark said, stepping aside and kicking it.

To be sure, it was a big box, addressed to Miss J. Ingram.

"Mercy, I never laid eyes on it!" exploded Jane. "Look at the size of it! What in the world? Get something to open it with, somebody!"

"You can't pull it open with your hands," Alan said. "Easy on! We'll have it open in half a shake with the jimmy."

The aunts, a little short-sighted after their naps, were in the hall now, peeping and