Then she sent Letitia to her room for the
satin-wood box, and, when she had brought it, took out of it a little
parcel, neatly folded in white paper, tied with a green ribbon. "Open
it," said she.

Letitia untied the green ribbon and unfolded the paper, and there was
the little silver snuff-box which had been the treasure of the
great-great-grandmother, Letitia Hopkins. She raised the lid, and
there was also the little glass bottle.

They had a very nice dinner that day, and afterward had settled down
for a quiet afternoon, Letitia feeling very happy, when there was a
jingle of sleigh bells, and Aunt Peggy cried out. "Why, I declare,"
said she, "if there isn't Mrs. Joe Peabody with her little grandson
driving over this cold day. She is a very smart old lady."

Then Aunt Peggy hurried out to tell Hannah, the maid servant, to have
some tea, and hot biscuits, and quince preserves, and pound cakes
served before the guests left, and Hannah with a shawl over her head,
went out and backed the old lady's horse into the barn, and Mrs. Joe
Peabody and her grandson entered.

Mrs. Joe Peabody was a very pretty old lady when she was unwrapped
from her black cloak and two shawls and fitch tippet and pumpkin
hood, and seated in the big chair by the fire. Her white hair hung on
either side of her face in rows of beautiful curls, and her eyes were
blue as turquoises. Her grandson stood by her side, and she had a
loving arm around him. "You remember my grandson Joe, don't you,
dear?" she said to Letitia. "Two years ago you used to go coasting
together."

"Yes'm," said Letitia. She and Joe glanced at each other, and their
eyes were very big, and their cheeks very red.

Later on when the tea and biscuits and preserves and pound cake were
served, Joe and Letitia got a chance for a word. "You got back
alright through the little green door," whispered Joe.

Letitia nodded.

"And I came right through that book into grandma's garret," whispered
Joe, "and I told grandma all about it, and she only laughed and
hugged me and said some laws were made to be broken for the good of
the breakers. But I am glad to be back here, aren't you?"

"Oh," gasped Letitia fervently, and she took a bite of pound cake.

"This would have been corn meal mush there," said she.

"And I should have got another whipping after I got out of the book
like the one I had before I got in," said Joe.

They both ate pound cake and looked happily at each other. "I