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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." "I will fetch the crackers then," said I pettishly. "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, behold 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.