Trina and McTeague, assisted by Old Grannis, had opened them.

The first was a box of all sorts of toys.
"But what--what--I don't make it out," McTeague had exclaimed.

"Why should he send us toys?
We have no need of toys." Scarlet to her hair, Trina dropped into a chair and laughed till she cried behind her handkerchief.
"We've no use of toys," muttered McTeague, looking at her in perplexity.
Old Grannis smiled discreetly, raising a tremulous hand to his chin.
The other box was heavy, bound with withes at the edges, the letters and stamps burnt in.
"I think--I really think it's champagne," said Old Grannis in a whisper.
So it was.

A full case of Monopole.

What a wonder! None of them had seen the like before.