pressing a couple of sovereigns in the man's hand.

'Make it three, sir, and I'll stand Sam to everybody here!' cried the

latter, and, this having been done, the whole body of volunteer porters

swarmed into the van, which drove off in the direction of the nearest

reliable public-house. Gideon closed the door on their departure, and

turned to Julia; their eyes met; the most uncontrollable mirth seized

upon them both, and they made the house ring with their laughter. Then

curiosity awoke in Julia's mind, and she went and examined the box, and

more especially the label.

'This is the strangest thing that ever happened,' she said, with another

burst of laughter. 'It is certainly Morris's handwriting, and I had a

letter from him only this morning, telling me to expect a barrel. Is

there a barrel coming too, do you think, Mr Forsyth?'

"'Statuary with Care, Fragile,'" read Gideon aloud from the painted

warning on the box. 'Then you were told nothing about this?'

'No,' responded Julia. 'O, Mr Forsyth, don't you think we might take a

peep at it?'

'Yes, indeed,' cried Gideon. 'Just let me have a hammer.'

'Come down, and I'll show you where it is,' cried Julia. 'The shelf is

too high for me to reach'; and, opening the door of the kitchen stair,

The Wrong Box