me--are you sure?"

Jennings bowed and repeated his remark. Aunt Josephine followed
him out into the hall.

There, already, the delivery men had set down a huge oriental vase
with a remarkably long and narrow neck. It was, as befitted such a
really beautiful object of art, most carefully crated. But to Aunt
Josephine it came as a complete surprise. "I can't imagine who
could have sent it," she temporized. "Are you quite sure it is for
me?"

The expressman, with a book, looked up from the list of names down
which he was running his finger. "This is Mrs. Dodge, isn't it?"
he asked, pointing with his pencil to the entry with the address
following it. There seemed to be no name of a shipper.

"Yes," she replied dubiously, "but I don't understand it. Wait
just a moment"

She went to the library door. "Mr. Kennedy," she said, "may I
trouble you and Mr. Jameson a moment?"

We followed her into the hall and there stood gazing at the
mysterious gift while she related its recent history.

"Why not set it up in the library?" I suggested, seeing that the
expressmen were getting restive at the delay. "If there is any
mistake, they will send for it soon. No one ever gets anything for
nothing."