“‘Dear Roswald, won’t you get a hammer!’
“‘A hammer,’ said Roswald. ‘I suppose Mr. Joist will lend me one.’
“He went to borrow it, and opened the box. Sue watched with breathless interest while the hammer did its work, and the pieces of the cover came up one by one.
“‘Now, Sue!’—said Roswald, as he stepped back and began to draw the nails out of the wood.
“Sue drew the things out of the box with slow and cautious fingers, that seemed almost afraid of what they found. She did not say a word, but one or two half-breathed ‘oh’s!’ There was a nice and complete outfit of clothes for her. On the top lay a paper written with,
“‘For little Susan Peg, from some friends that love her.’
“When she got to the bottom, Sue looked up.
“‘Oh, Roswald!’
“‘Who sent me these?’