And breakfast is served, when you and Mr.Stephen are ready." He bowed and retired.

The girl sat turning the little white box in her hands.
"_He_ left it for me," she said.

"What can it be ?" Her brother snatched it impatiently.
"Why don't you open it and find out ?" he demanded.

"Perhaps it's his latch key.

Here! I'll do it myself." He cut the cord and removed the cover of the little box.