102 UNOPENED PARCELS.

“ Honor,” said my father, peeping at me over the
newspaper once more, “ unopened parcels must be
examined, if people want to know what is inside
them.”

“JT will fetch the crackers then,” said I pet-
tishly.

“ Crackers are not needed,” remarked my father.
““Make your eyes see what they are looking at,
Honor.”

Now I knew my father never spoke without a
meaning, and began to wonder if there was more
in the walnut than I had thought. And so, at
last, I really looked, and soon detected that the
walnut-shell must have been opened before, for in
two or three places where the sides met, I could
have got in the point of a pin between them. A
little effort soon separated them, and there, be-
hold ! within the convolutions of each half of the
shell lay, not the crisp kernel I knew so well, but
white leather neatly tucked in. [I laid hold of a
little corner bit, and pulled out an exquisitely soft
fine French kid glove, ornamented with starry
spots.