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Rh the top step, Meg looked back and saw the little dog painfully hobbling after them on his three good legs.

"He wants to come, too," she said. "Here, Philip, come on up, good doggie."

Philip managed to finish his climb and then lay down on the floor, panting, but satisfied to be where his friends were.

"I'll give each one a package," Bobby decided. "Then we'll open them, one at a time, like Christmas. You first, Meg."

Meg ripped the string off her parcel with a single motion and pulled off the paper in such a hurry that she tore it in two. Meg always hurried to solve mysteries.

"Why, it's a game!" she cried, when she had opened the box. "All in pieces. Look!"

Bobby took a look and shrieked with delight.

"It's an airplane," he announced instantly. "That's mine, 'cause Aunt Polly knows I like experiments. What you got, Dot?"

Dot hastily unwrapped her package and discovered a doll's trunk.

"With clothes in it for Geraldine," she