'You may lift out a tray at a time,' his aunt said to Neville; 'it is astonishing how many there are, and what that box will hold.'
Neville obeyed, indeed he did more than obey; he went on lifting out tray after tray, and placing them in rows on the floor.
'Stop, my dear boy,' said Miss Clotilda, 'let us look at one at a time. You will cover the floor with them—and'—
'Let me take all out,' said Neville. 'I want to get to the bottom of the box. I know how to put them back again.'
Miss Clotilda said no more. Kathie and Philippa came to Neville and peered into the chest.
'THAT IS ALL,' SAID NEVILLE.
'That is all,' said Neville. He had grown very pale again, but his aunt did not notice it.
Kathie leant over and felt at the bottom.