"I'se quite sure they won't, Berta. But——but, Mr. Boss, isn't they anything else that won't break when we drop it? rugs or all things same as that?"
"Well, now, I'm sorry, but the rugs are all rolled up ready to put in the van when it comes. But hold on! Let me take another look at those muscles of yours, young man. Hm! There's a box on the front porch that has to come in here, and it doesn't matter how many times you drop it on the way——"
"We'll bring it! We'll bring it!" was the joyful shout; and the four raced for the front door. Just outside it they came to a sudden halt and looked in dismay at the box meant for the grand piano. Then Berta's sharp eyes turned toward the parlor window, and she drew the others around behind the box. "They's peeking out the windows and laughing at us, so they is! They's not nice gemmans at all to s'pect little folkses like us to carry such a drefful 'mense, 'normous, big box same as this. Let's go into the liberry and see if Daddy hasn't nenny of those things he said we could carry."
They scrambled through one of the long windows opening into the library, where they found Mr. Selwyn on the top of a ladder.
"Has you nenny of those things for us to carry yet, Daddy?"
"What things, pet?"
"Those things you said at breakfus. Doesn't you 'member?"
"Oh, messages. No, I have no messages to send to anyone just now. How about your own books and games? You may pack them in that nice low box if you like."
With a squeal of delight, the four scampered from the room and up the stairs.
"Lock that door, Mary! Quick! It will never do to let Beth see what we are up to. There, now, if she can tell that this is not her Lucy doll, she has better eyes than most people."