6 CAROLINE.

 

Ribbon. The rest of the note. The pocket-knife. Blades.

wrap up your cake, or your bread and butter, or what-
ever you have for your luncheon, in a paper, and put it in
your box when you go, and then, after ‘you have eaten
your luncheon, you use your box to put flowers, or mosses,
or berries in, when you come home. The most conveni-
ent way to carry it, is to hang it by the ribbon over your
shoulder. You put the ribbon through the rings.”

“But I have not got any ribbon,” said Malleville, in-
terrupting.

“ Every day,” continued Phonny, reading, “ when you
have done using your box, you must see that it is clean
and dry, before you put it away.’’

“Yes,” said Malleville, “I will.”

“Or else,” said Phonny, still reading from the note,

“it will grow rusty insjde. Please give Phonny his
BEECHNUY.”

parcel.

“ Where is it ?” said Phonny, eagerly. ‘“ Let me see.”

So saying, he teok out one of the parcels from the in-
side of the box, and found to his great joy that his name
was written on the back of it.

On opening this package, it was found to contain
something solid in the centre, with a smaller and thinner
parcel wrapped around it. The central portion proved
to be a pocket-knife. ‘The knife had a very smooth and
beautiful handle, and two very brilliant blades. One of
these blades was large, and the other small. They both
opened very easily. Phonny opened the large one first,
and then the small one. The blades were very highly