"I thought your father told you everything--so different to mine, who never says anything to me." "He does say a great deal to me, but he didn't tell me about the box." "There, then!" cried Bigley, taking out the last screw and seating himself suddenly upon the chest.

"We've only got to lift the lid and there we are.

Who has first peep ?" "Oh, I don't care," I said laughing.

"You can." "Here goes, then!" cried Bigley.

"Take care of the screws." I swept them into a heap and placed them on the table as Bigley threw open the lid, which worked upon two great hinges, and then removing some coarse paper he drew back.
"You'd better unpack," he said.