Come, we'll take the book out of all these wrappings, and then perhaps we can get it in.

But you haven't brought anything that you really need, though you have had such a long time to think about it all.

And here aunty and I are standing waiting and can't get through, because you have nothing ready for us." At this moment aunty exclaimed, in a tone of alarm:-- "For pity's sake, Oscar! what is that that you are tugging along ?" With a tremendous racket Oscar came into the room, dragging behind him a drum, which he could not carry, because in one hand he had a large bunch of bells and in the other a harmonica and a flute.
"Oscar dear, your own good-sense can tell you that you can't get a drum into this bag; to say nothing of the other instruments.

What in the world do you want with them?
Mrs.Stanhope wouldn't thank you for such music!" "It isn't for the house, aunty," answered the boy.

"It is for the festival out-of-doors.