She took out the second box and tore off the wrappings. Molly eagerly helped her pull off the ribbon and paper, and though Stella sat quietly by, she, too, almost held her breath to see what would happen next.
Marjorie opened the second box, and this time was not so much surprised to see that it contained another wrapped and tied box. On this one was written:
"Oho, Miss Mopsy, fooled again! Suppose you keep on trying, then."
"Indeed, I will," cried Mopsy; "I expect there are a thousand boxes, each smaller than the other, and when I get to the end I'll find a bright penny, or something like that!"
"If you think that," said Uncle Steve, "I'll offer you two cents for the bundle as it is now; and then, you see, you'll double your money!"
"No siree!" cried Marjorie, "for, you see, I don't know. It MAY be a diamond ring, but that wouldn't do me much good, as I couldn't wear it until I'm grown up."
"Hurry up," cried Molly, who was dancing about, both helping and hindering Marjorie, "let's see what the next box says."
On the next box was written:
"Just a hint I'll give to you; I'm of metal, tied with blue."
"Metal, tied with blue!" screamed Molly, "What can that be? A hoe, perhaps, tied up with a blue ribbon."