"A man left it at the door a moment ago, and one of the servants gave it to me.

Why don't you open it and see ?" Anne hesitated.

Something told her not to open the box, but how could she help it with dozens of her friends waiting eagerly to see what was in it?
"Hurry up, Anne, aren't you curious to see what it is ?" some one called.
"It looks like flowers," said another.
"Or candy," observed a third.
And still Anne's fingers lingered on the bow of red ribbon.

Was there anyone in the world who could be sending her a box that night?
Certainly not her mother nor her sister, nor any of her friends who had exchanged presents in the morning.

Mrs.Gray evidently had not sent it and there was no one else in her small list of friends who would have taken the trouble.
"Anne, you funny child, don't you see we are all waiting impatiently ?" said Grace at last.
Anne slipped off the ribbons and opened the package.