ver took off a strange-looking thing from the carriage, and brought it up the steps. It was an old-fashioned trunk, covered with stiff, reddish-brown hair. The boys had never seen a hair trunk, and it seemed to them, at the first glance, more like some kind of an animal than a trunk.
Before they had a chance to examine it, their mamma called them to come and kiss their aunt, which they did very politely, as they had been directed. But her sweet face won their hearts at once; and Bertie exclaimed, "Oh, you are not a big Patience: you are a little good Patience, I know; and I am not a bit afraid of you!"
"Bless your little heart, dear! what has mamma been telling you to make you afraid of me?" said auntie with a merry laugh.
As soon as they could get away, the boys ran up stairs to see what the driver had carried to their aunt's room. Fred discovered what it was as soon as he opened the door; but Bertie, who was not yet four years old, was greatly puzzled. "What can