"You've no idea?"
"Not the most remote."
"Hasn't Captain Dillingham?"
"I'm not guilty, if that is what you mean," the sea captain answered.
"Straight goods?" Hal insisted.
"Hang, die, and choke to death!" laughed the little old man.
"But—but—somebody sent the thing!" blustered Hal. "Why, there is everything on earth in it. Food enough to last a week. And ours has a shawl for my mother and some felt slippers for my grandfather in the bottom. And there are gloves for Louise and me. It came from somebody who knew all about us. It was no haphazard present."
"Can you beat it!" murmured Carl. "Whoever do you suppose——"
"I can't suppose. We thought it was you," announced Hal. "There's a knock at the door. Shall I go?"
Leaping forward he turned the knob, and in came Mrs. O'Dowd.