"Oh, das easy—I'll jes' open de box and let 'em fly up," answered the darky, dodging the hat which Gray pitched after him.
"Eeny, meeny, miny, mo—which one shall we open first?" queried Herb, when the three boxes had been set down in the room.
"Let me do it," volunteered Ike, with some curiosity, but a hasty chorus of protest stopped him.
"We want to do it ourselves," explained Fly. "It's more fun."
"You'er gwine to litter up this here room scan'lous," was the negro's comment, as he departed regretfully.
"I'll clean that up," hastily assured Carl.
"The big one first," urged Dunk.
"All hands on deck," ordered Herb.
"Say, Windy," interrupted Jerry, halting the proceedings. "Show the kids your letter."
"I clean forgot that," ejaculated the eastener, pulling a soiled envelope out of his pocket.