Tula Oolah. WAR

the bottom of the ocean, where it had lain almost
hidden by great pieces of iron, and a pile of rot-
ten timbers, which had crumbled as he pulled away
the box, and which was all that remained of a big
ship that had been wrecked there many, many years
before.

But of this the seal knew nothing, nor, of
course, did Celia. The box was about a foot
square, made of iron, and was locked, and there
was no name or inscription of any sort on it.

“Where is the key, Soft-Eyes?” said Celia,
but he made no answer.

Then she decided to break the lock, so running
home, she got a hammer, and a very heavy iron
spike. She thought it only right to open the box
on the beach, in the presence of the seal, for she
could not help feeling that he would be as much
interested as she to see what it contained.

And indeed he seemed to be, and sat there
breathing hard, with his big eyes fixed steadily on
the little girl who, with beating heart, at last suc-
ceeded in prying open the lock. Lifting the lid,
Celia and Soft-Eyes looked in, and saw, fitted