The next bundle was for Jack. Grandma shook it up and down, and something rattled inside.
"Marbles," guessed Jack; but Grandma shook her head.
"Listen to this," she said:—
THREE GUESSES.
"Riddle me, riddle me, what can it be,
Hickory, dickory fell from a tree.
Run for a hammer, and crickety crack
Here are some goodies for little boy Jack."
"Nuts, nuts!" cried Jack. "Hickory nuts from the big hickory tree that grows in your front yard." And he was right, too.
"Now it is my turn," said Isabel; "and I am going to try to guess my present with my very first guess."