"You couldn't possibly guess it.

It can't come out till all the small birds are tucked into their nests and everything is still and quiet." Maezli ran to her table at last and when she found a perfect array of shining copper kettles, cooking pans and pots in her box she forgot completely about the horses.

She dug with growing astonishment into her box, which seemed to be filled with ever new and more marvellous objects.
Lippo was standing up his beautifully saddled horses in front of him, but the thing he liked best of all was a groom in a red jacket.

He put him first on one horse and then on all the others, for, to the boy's great delight, he fitted into every saddle.

He sat secure, straight and immovable even when the horses trotted or galloped.
Uncle Philip was less able to stand the quiet which was reigning after the presentation of his gifts than were the children, who were completely lost in the new marvels.