"No, I suppose we don't," was the retort. "Timmie, you and Carl drag it indoors. Don't try to lift it, for you'll only be straining yourselves and maybe drop it. Let's get it into the kitchen. There may be some clue when we have a better light."
But examine it as they would, no hint as to the mysterious sender could be found.
"I guess he believes with Carl that the sport of giving a present is to keep the other person guessing," Tim remarked wickedly.
A general laugh at Carl's expense greeted the observation.
"Hush!" cautioned Mrs. McGregor. "There's somebody in the hall."
"He won't get away this time," Carl cried, springing up and throwing open the door.
"Good heavens, man! You nearly knocked me down!" cried Hal Harling, amazed by the suddenness of his welcome. "What's the matter with you? Trying to trap a burglar?" Then, glancing at the object about which the household were clustering, he added, "Jove! Have you got one, too?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why, just now somebody left a basket exactly like this at our flat. I thought maybe you folks had something to do with it and came straight over here to see. But you seem to be favored by a similar gift. They are alike as two peas. Who sent them?"
"That is precisely what we want to know," Carl replied.