“Get up. Let’s look. It has been slipped in the door and left on the tray.”
There was no mistaking the seriousness of her voice. Gloria meant what she was saying, so Trixy tumbled out of bed and joined her before the dresser.
“It’s heavy,” she said.
“Open it. You’re not afraid of it?”
“Of course not, but I am surprised. I hope it’s no more blood stones——”
“Just that. From the Pirate’s Daughter, I’ll bet! Hurry and let’s see! I’m quivering with——”
“Come over on the bed and spread out something,” suggested Gloria. “I don’t want the jools to roll under the rug this time.”
They both sat under a carefully spread pink coverlet, and then, very gingerly, Gloria opened the little package.
“Maybe some trick,” she guessed, still delaying inspection. “I hate to spoil our fun by finding some pop-corn, maybe.”
“Oh, do give it to me,” begged Trixy impatiently. “If it’s pop-corn I’m not going to waste any more time over it.”