The possibility is very remote, however.

I know, because I had to wait four days for mine last year.

It was sent to the wrong house, and traveled gaily about the campus, stopping for a brief season at three different houses before it landed on Morton House steps.

I hung out of the window for a whole morning watching for it.

Then, when it did come, I fairly had to fly downstairs and out on the front porch to claim it, or they would have hustled it off again." "That's why I appointed myself chief trunk tender," said Ruth slyly.
"That trunk story is not new to me.