104 UNOPENED PARCELS.

my father at night, I had it still in my hand.
“That’s right,” said he; “you will never forget
that walnut as long as you live, Honor.”

As I listened, I opened it out before him, to
give him a last peep at its contents. “ It’s wonder-
ful, papa, isn’t it ?—quite wonderful !” exclaimed
I, rather proud of entering into nurse’s grown-up
feelings.

“Wonderful? Hm!” murmured he; “ not half
as wonderful as when the walnut was insidk,
Honor.” He said this rather oddly, I thought.
But I concluded he was joking, so I laughed
myself.

“The idea of the wonderfulness of a common
walnut which one eats !” cried I.

“Tt’s being common and your eating it, does not
prevent its being wonderful, little Honor,” was his
_ reply; “there are many unopened parcels in the
world to tell you that, if you do but look into
them. There, go to sleep now, and dream of what
they can possibly be !”

I think I never went to bed so much puzzled
before.