I then examined Hugh's train and Betty's cooking-stove, and found
them intact, with, the exception of a saucepan lid. This, after a
search, we found under the wardrobe. Why do things always go
under things? Jane didn't know - she only knew they did. Then I
opened the door and called.

Suddenly I heard a noise unearthly in its shrillness: it was Hugh
calling his Aunt Woggles. He threw himself into my arms, keeping
one eye, I could not help noticing, on the parcels. During the
hug, which gave him plenty of time to make up his mind, he
evidently decided which was for him; for he relaxed his hold and
went to the table by the window, on which the parcels lay,
whistling in as careless a manner as a boy bursting with
excitement could do. First of all he stood on one leg, then on
the other, and looked knowingly at me out of the corner of his
eye. He was too honest to pretend that he thought the parcel was
for some other boy, since there was no other. When the excitement
became more than he could bear, he sang in a sing-song voice, "I
see it, I see it!"

"Open it, then," I said, which he proceeded to do with great
energy, if with little success.

"I b'lieve it's a knife with things in it," he said.

My heart sank. "Oh, it's much too big for a knife, Hugh," I
replied.

"I 'spect it is, all the same," he said with a nod; "you've made
it big on purpose; I positively know you have."