"Not on my part, anyway," replied the elder Prescott rather blankly.
"Now, I suppose that you're both playing a little joke on me, trying to make me curious and impatient," laughed Dick's mother.
"But where is the package?" demanded Dick, exploring all around. His father lent a helping hand in the search.
"Oh, never mind, Dick, dear," urged his mother. "My surprise is bound to turn up. It couldn't have walked out of these rooms. Look at your own package, my boy."
Dick turned to glance eagerly at a not very large box, against which rested a card bearing his own name. He saw, at a glance, that the box bore the imprint of one of the Gridley jewelers.
"I can guess!" cried Dick. "I know what's in the box!"
"Suppose you made a wrong guess?" laughed his mother teasingly. "Better open it and make sure."
Dick picked up the box with trembling fingers.
"Mighty light, whatever it is," he murmured. Then he took off the cover.
"What's this?" choked Dick. "O-o-o-h!"