“And we’d like to see what’s in it,” remarked Flossie.
“Don’t go ’way now,” begged Freddie. “’Cause there’s other things for you—I mean for your birthday—I guess they are,” he added, not wanting to appear too sure. “But open this box first.”
“All right,” agreed Mr. Bobbsey. “It’s a surprise to me, I’ll say that. I don’t even know where it’s from.”
“Maybe it tells on the other side,” suggested Bert, who had brought a hammer and a screw driver for his father to use in opening the box.
“Perhaps,” was the answer. “We’ll take a look.”
As he turned the box on its other side to discover whence it had come, a strange sound was heard issuing from inside.
“Oh!” cried Flossie. “It sounds like a little baby!”
“Nonsense!” laughed her mother. “There would be no baby in such a box!”
Mr. Bobbsey now had the box turned on the other side, and there appeared a card which read:
“From Mr. and Mrs. Henry Watson of Cloverbank!”