"That's Mary's toy box when she was a little girl. She said we can have it now for our dollies and ev'ything."
"Then why don't you pack your dolls and things in it? Come on, I'll help you."
"That's zactly what we'll do, and then we'll be the same as big folkses, won't we, Dick?"
The little fellow was not quite sure of that and wisely said nothing, but began to examine the hinges and clasp of the strong oak box. Berta and Beth took their dolls and let Jack carry their other toys to him, and Dick stowed them away with more speed than care. Soon the box was filled to over-flowing.
"The cover doesn't close tight, so we'll have to jump on it, girls."
"Oh, goody, Dick! We jes' love to jump on trunks and things."
They scrambled up on the box and jumped, jumped, jumped! Snap! Crack!
"Oh, my dear! What's that, Beth?"
"It's just the things settling down, Berta," explained Dick, jumping off the box to fasten the clasp.
"Oh! oh! there's my big rubber ball under the table. That must go in the box, too, Dick."