Fan brought out her treasures also, which consisted of several dolls and their wardrobes, a picture book and some badly battered and bruised dishes; the remains of a once highly prized metal toy tea set. A packing box in one corner of the large second story room was where the playthings of the little ones were always kept when not in use. "A place for everything and everything in its place," being one of the cardinal rules of the household. "Can we take 'em over there now?" asked Fan, as she gathered hers pell mell into her apron. "No, of course not," said Cyril. "Didn't you hear mother say we couldn't begin moving till to-morrow?" "Then what did we get 'em out for?" "To pack 'em up and have 'em ready to take over in the morning." "What'll we pack 'em in?" reiterated Don. "Let's look round for a box 'bout the right size," said Cyril. "Course we can't carry them in the big board one. It's too heavy." A good deal of rummaging followed upon that; first in the outer room, then in the other, occupied by Aunt Wealthy and Mildred. Finally they came upon a pasteboard box standing on Mildred's writing table, which Cyril pronounced just the thing. "But maybe Milly won't like us to take it," objected Fan, as he unceremoniously emptied the contents upon the table. "Oh, she won't care; there's nothing in it but old papers and things writed all over. She's done with them and she'll be puttin' them in the fire next thing. You know she always likes to burn up old rubbish." That last statement was certainly according to fact, and Fan made no further objection. Don suggested asking leave, but Cyril overruled that also. "No; they're all too busy down there; we mustn't bother," he said, walking off with his prize. One paper had fallen on the floor. Fan stooped, picked it up and looked at it curiously, as the boys hurried off into the other room with their prize. "Milly didn't do that," she remarked; "tain't pretty writin' like hers. Guess she wouldn't want to keep such an ugly old thing." "Come Fan," Cyril called, "do you want to put your things in too?" "Yes;" she said, coming out with the letter still in her hand. Fan's dolls were put in last and the box was too full to allow the lid to go on. "I'll take Bertha and carry her in my arms," she said, lifting out her largest and favorite child. "I want her to play wis now and I'd raser not trust her in dere wis dose marbles and balls rollin' round." "Now the lid fits on all right," said Cyril, adjusting it. "We're all packed up," observed Don, with satisfaction. "Now let's go play in the grove." The others were agreed and Fan decided that she must take with her two small rag dolls in addition to Bertha. Puss had come up stairs with the children and was walking round and round them, as they sat on the carpet, rubbing affectionately against them and purring loudly.