Dab was only a minute or so in finding out what was in one of them.
"Boiled ham! A whole one! Out with it, Frank. All that brown paper,—why, it's a pair of chickens, all ready to roast."
"Something more's down under those slats," said Ford, in a tone of great excitement.
"Mince-pies! And they're not much mashed, either. It's wonderful how they did pack them."
"Slats and shingles and paper," said Ford. "What can there be in that other box?"
"Shall we eat first, or open it?"
"Open it! Open it! Maybe they've sent you some corn."
Opened it was, with a desperate display of energy.
"Ice!" said Frank Harley.
"Sawdust!" shouted Ford.