"Let's pack up our things," said Cyril.
"What'll we pack 'em in?" queried Don.
"We'll see."
The boys got out their stores of marbles, balls, bits of twine, a broken knife or two, a few fish hooks and a set of Jackstraws their father had made for them.
Fan brought out her treasures also, which consisted of several dolls and their wardrobes, a picture book and some badly battered and bruised dishes; the remains of a once highly prized metal toy tea set.
A packing box in one corner of the large second story room was where the playthings of the little ones were always kept when not in use. "A place for everything and everything in its place," being one of the cardinal rules of the household.
"Can we take 'em over there now?" asked Fan, as she gathered hers pell mell into her apron.
"No, of course not," said Cyril. "Didn't you hear mother say we couldn't begin moving till to-morrow?"
"Then what did we get 'em out for?"
"To pack 'em up and have 'em ready to take over in the morning."