Miss Pamela scrutinised the teapot carefully. "There's not a chip or a crack anywhere," Mrs. Treffry assured her.
"I see there is not. If we purchase it from you, have you a box we could pack it in?"
After a few minutes' search the shopkeeper discovered a wooden box beneath a heap of odds and ends under the counter, which proved to be just the right size.
"That will do capitally," Miss Pamela said. "We will certainly have the teapot, Mrs. Treffry, if you can pack it for us. We want to send it to London. I suppose it would go by parcel post?"
"Oh yes, ma'am."
Mrs. Treffry fetched some shavings, and packed the teapot so carefully that it could not possibly smash, then she fastened down the lid of the box, put a clean sheet of brown paper outside, and tied it securely with strong cord. After that, Miss Pamela asked for a label, and requested Marigold to address it to her mother. This the little girl accordingly did, and after seeing the package stamped, and paying Mrs. Treffry, aunt and niece left the shop together.
"Aunt Pamela!" cried Marigold, her voice trembling with excitement, "how can I thank you? Oh, how delighted mother will be!"
"She will recognise your handwriting on the label, will she not?"
"Oh yes! Thank you so much, Aunt Pamela! You cannot guess how pleased I am! What will mother say when the box arrives, I wonder? Oh, I should like to be able to see her face when she catches sight of the teapot!"
"She will write and tell you what she thinks of your present, I expect."