'The merchant, to conceal his treasure—'
"Yes, yes, I know," said she, rising abruptly. "It is very hot and close down here."
"Then you were faint?"
"Here's your chest, marm," called the voice of Uriah T. Potter.
She turned and walked towards it. It was a large, square packing-case, and bore the legends—
"WAPSHOTT AND SONS',
CHICAGO,
PATENT COMPRESSED TEA,
TEN PRIZE MEDALS"—
stamped here and there about it. "I suppose," she said, turning to Mr. Moggridge, "I can have it weighed here, and pay you the duty, and then Captain Potter can send it straight to 'The Bower'?"
"Certainly," said Mr. Moggridge; "we won't be long opening it, and then—"
"Opening it!"
"Why, yes; as a matter of form, you know. It won't take a minute."