Mrs.Crow was peering under his arm.
"Look there!" she cried.

Close to the door a large bundle was lying.
"A present from some one!" speculated Mr.Crow; but some seconds passed before he stooped to pick it up.

"Funny time fer Santy to be callin' 'round.

Wonder if he thinks it's next Christmas." "Be careful, Anderson; mebby it's an infernal machine!" cried his wife.
"Well, it's loaded, 'y ginger," he grunted as straightened up in the face of the gale.

"Shut the door, Eva! Cain't you see it's snowin' ?" "I'll bet it was Joe Ramsey leavin' a sack o' hickor' nuts fer us," she said eagerly, slamming the door.
"You better bolt the door.