"Neevie neevie nick nack,
Which hand will ye tak?
Tak the right or tak the wrong,
I'll beguile ye if I can."

This was too interesting to be ignored. Mollie sat up and became her
ordinary self again. She looked critically at Aunt Mary's arms,
shoulders, and eyes, but got no information from any of these. Then
she laughed:

"I _won't_ have the wrong, please, I'll have the right."

Aunt Mary laughed too. "You are too clever, Miss Mollie. That is not
the way _I_ did neevie-neevie when I was young." She brought her
right hand round as she spoke, and in it was a charming box, large,
varnished, and clamped at the corners with brass. She laid it on
Mollie's lap, and watched the sliding lid being pulled out by a pair
of impatient hands. It was a beautiful jig-saw puzzle.

"Oh, where _did_ you get it?" Mollie cried joyfully. "I _adore_ jig-
saw puzzles. You are a lovely, lovely aunt!" and she held out her
arms for a hug and a kiss.

"Well," said Aunt Mary, smiling with pleasure at the success of her
surprise, "I remembered how fond you are of jig-saws, so yesterday,
as soon as you had fallen asleep, I wired to Hamley's. I was not
sure if it would arrive to-day, so I did not tell you. Now, let us
see what it is--a map! Oh, dear me, I hope you won't find a map
dull!"