In her hand she held a little package wrapped in white tissue paper.

I strolled up to the group, leaving Isaacs in his tent.

I thought I might as well play innocence.
"Of course," I remarked, "those fellows have bagged his ears as usual." "They never omit that," said Ghyrkins.
"Oh no, uncle," broke in Miss Westonhaugh, "he gave them to me!" "Who ?" asked Ghyrkins, opening his little eyes wide.
"Mr.Isaacs.

Did not he kill the tiger?
He sent me the ears in a little silver box.

Here it is--the box, I mean.