A bright little fellow answered quickly, "That is my name."
"Then this basket is yours," said the driver.
"Hurrah for you, Rob!" called out four other boys about his age. "Come on, we'll help you carry it in."
In a few minutes the same boys stood around the basket with eager eyes; and Rob and his cousin Willy were seated on the floor, unpacking it.
Oranges, lemons, and apples were soon displayed; then a pot of jam appeared.
"Halloa, what's down in that corner?" cried Tom, a youngster in Scotch cap and velveteen suit. "Isn't that a cake, though!" as a big round cake well stuffed with plums appeared.
"And there's a box of sardines," shouted another boy.
"What's in this paper bag?" said Rob. "First-rate! it's white sugar. That's for lemonade. Mother hasn't forgotten how much I like it."
So all the good things that Rob's thoughtful mother had sent him were one by one set out upon the floor.