“What else did you get?” Chub inquired.
“Oh, lots of little things from the girls; two handkerchiefs, a book, a sachet bag and something else; I don’t know what it’s for yet; I’ll have to ask, I guess.”
Roy and Chub laughed.
“And what’s that you’re holding on to so tightly?” asked Chub. Harry glanced at the folded paper in her hand and smiled happily.
“That’s what papa gave me,” she replied. “It’s very important.”
“It looks it,” Chub agreed. “It looks like a will. Maybe it’s the long-lost will, Roy, leaving us the old farm and the family plate.”
“No, it isn’t,” laughed Harry. “But—but you’re warm.”
“That’s no joke,” answered Chub as he wiped the perspiration from his brow. “But what is it, Harry?”
“I’m not going to tell you until supper.”