"I ask you, dear friend, can our gymnasium be builded upon ten cents?
Is there no one here who is thinking of our late, lamented gymnasium?
Have we already forgotten that dear, departed hall of youthful pleasures, cut down in the flower of its youth so tragically ?" Hippy's voice rang out like an old-time orator's, and some one bid twenty-five cents.

But the bidding ended there, and Farmer Benson got the package, which on being opened, was found to contain a beautiful little lacquer box.

This was a lucky beginning.

If the packages all held such treasures they were well worth bidding on.

Then the fun grew fast and furious.