"I don't know yet what is in it," said Rose when they drew nearer, "for grandma told me not to open it until I got home. It feels flat, and then there's something round, like a stick of candy, only its pretty large."
The white horse had come to a decided stop by this time and Priscilla held out her hand for the package, while Rose clambered down from the wagon.
"I thank you for the ride, Mr. Dodds," said she, when she reached the ground, "and I'll tell you what is in my packet the next time you come by."
"All right," replied Mr. Dodds, with a sort of merry chuckle, "but be a leetle careful how ye open it. It might be candy, and it might be red pepper."
So saying, he drove off uphill.
"There might be something you wouldn't like," suggested Priscilla, looking a little doubtfully at the package.
"O pshaw!" retorted Rose; "I know better than that. Let's get the scissors."
Hazlett.
