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made of a beautiful kind of wood, with dark and rich veins spreading over its surface, which was so highly polished that little Pandora could see her face in it. As the child had no

other looking-glass, it is odd that she did not value the box, 5 merely on this account.

The edges and corners of the box were carved with most wonderful skill. Around the margin there were figures of graceful men and women, and the prettiest children ever seen,

reclining or sporting amid a profusion of flowers and foliage; 10 and these various objects were so finely represented, and were

wrought together in such harmony, that flowers, foliage, and human beings seemed to combine into a wreath of mingled beauty.

But here and there, peeping forth from behind the carved 15 foliage, Pandora once or twice fancied that she saw a face

not so lovely, or something or other that was disagreeable, and which stole the beauty out of all the rest. Nevertheless, on looking more closely, and touching the spot with her

finger, she could discover nothing of the kind. Some face, that 20 was really beautiful, had been made to look ugly by her catching a sideway glimpse at it.

The most beautiful face of all was done in what is called high relief, in the center of the lid. There was nothing else,

save the dark, smooth richness of the polished wood, and this 25 one face in the center, with a garland of flowers about its brow.

Pandora had looked at this face a great many times, and imagined that the mouth could smile if it liked, or be grave when it chose, the same as any living mouth. The features,

indeed, all wore a very lively and rather mischievous expression, 30 which looked almost as if it needs must burst out of the carved lips, and utter itself in words.

Had the mouth spoken, it would probably have been something like this:

“Do not be afraid, Pandora! What harm can there be in 35 opening the box? Never mind that poor, simple Epimetheus ! You are wiser than he, and have ten times as much spirit. Open the box, and see if you do not find something very pretty!"

The box, I had almost forgotten to say, was fastened; not 5 by a lock, nor by any other such contrivance, but by a very

fine knot of gold cord. There appeared to be no end to this knot, and no beginning. Never was a knot so cunningly twisted, nor with so many ins and outs, which roguishly defied

the skilfullest fingers to disentangle them. And yet, by the 10 very difficulty that there was in it, Pandora was the more

tempted to examine the knot, and just see how it was made. Two or three times, already, she had stooped over the box, and taken the knot between her thumb and forefinger, but without

positively trying to undo it. 15 "I really believe,” said she to herself, “that I begin to see

how it was done. Nay, perhaps I could tie it up again, after undoing it. There could be no harm in that, surely. Even Epimetheus would not blame me for that. I need not open the

box, and should not, of course, without the foolish boy's consent, 20 even if the knot were untied.”

It might have been better for Pandora if she had had a little work to do, or anything to employ her mind upon, so as not to be so constantly thinking of this one subject. But children

led so easy a life before any Troubles came into the world that 25 they had really a great deal too much leisure. They could

not be forever playing at hide-and-seek among the flower-shrubs, or at blind-man's buff with garlands over their eyes, or at whatever other games had been found out, while Mother Earth

was in her babyhood. 30 When life is all sport, toil is the real play. There was abso

lutely nothing to do. A little sweeping and dusting about the cottage, I suppose, and the gathering of fresh flowers (which were only too abundant everywhere), and arranging them in

vases,—and poor little Pandora's day's work was over. And 35 then, for the rest of the day, there was the box !

After all, I am not quite sure that the box was not a blessing to her in its way. It supplied her with so many ideas to think of, and to talk about, whenever she had anybody to

listen! When she was in good humor, she could admire the 5 bright polish of its sides, and the rich border of beautiful

faces and foliage that ran all around it. Or, if she chanced to be ill-tempered, she could give it a push, or kick it with her naughty little foot. And many a kick did the box (but it was

a mischievous box, as we shall see, and deserved all it got)— 10 many a kick did it receive. But, certain it is, if it had not been

for the box, our active-minded little Pandora would not have known half so well how to spend her time as she now did.

GUESSING WHAT WAS IN THE BOX For it was really an endless employment to guess what was inside. What could it be, indeed? Just imagine, my little 15 hearers, how busy your wits would be, if there were a great box

in the house, which, as you might have reason to suppose, contained something new and pretty for your Christmas or New Year's gifts. Do you think that you should be less curious than

Pandora ? If you were left alone with the box, might you not 20 feel a little tempted to lift the lid ? But you would not do it.

Oh, fie. No, no! Only, if you thought there were toys in it, it would be so very hard to let slip an opportunity of taking just one peep!

I know not whether Pandora expected any toys; for none 25 had yet begun to be made, probably, in those days, when the

world itself was one great plaything for the children that dwelt upon it. But Pandora was convinced that there was something very beautiful and valuable in the box; and therefore she felt

just as anxious to take a peep as any of these little girls here 30 around me would have felt. And, possibly, a little more so; but of that I am not quite so certain.

On this particular day, however, which we have so long been talking about, her curiosity grew so much greater than it usually was, that, at last, she approached the box. She was more than half determined to open it, if she could. Ah, naughty Pandora!

First, however, she tried to lift it. It was heavy; much too heavy for the slender strength of a child like Pandora. She 5 raised one end of the box a few inches from the floor, and let

it fall again, with a pretty loud thump. A moment afterwards, she almost fancied that she heard something stir, inside of the box.

She applied her ear as closely as possible, and listened. Posi10 tively, there did seem to be a kind of stifled murmur, within.

Or was it merely the singing in Pandora's ears? Or could it be the beating of her heart? The child could not quite satisfy herself whether she had heard anything or no. But, at all

events, her curiosity was stronger than ever. 15 As she drew back her head, her eyes fell upon the knot of gold cord.

“It must have been a very ingenious person who tied this knot,” said Pandora to herself. “But I think I could untie it,

nevertheless. I am resolved, at least, to find the two ends of 20 the cord.”

So she took the golden knot in her fingers, and pried into it as sharply as she could. Almost without intending it, or quite knowing what she was about, she was soon busily engaged in

attempting to undo it. Meanwhile, the bright sunshine came 25 through the open window; as did likewise the merry voices of

the children, playing at a distance, and perhaps, the voice of Epimetheus among them..

Pandora stopped to listen. What a beautiful day it was! Would it not be wiser, if she were to let the troublesome knot 30 alone, and think no more about the box, but run and join her little playfellows, and be happy ?

All this time, however, her fingers were busy with the knot; and happening to glance at the face on the lid of the enchanted

box, she seemed to see it slyly grinning at her. 35 “That face looks very mischievous,” thought Pandora. "I

wonder whether it smiles because I am doing wrong! I have the greatest mind in the world to run away!"

But, just then, by the merest accident, she gave the knot a kind of a twist, which produced a wonderful result. The gold 5 cord untwined itself, as if by magic, and left the box without a fastening.

“This is the strangest thing I ever knew !” said Pandora. “What will Epimetheus say? And how can I possibly tie it up

again ?”

10 She made one or two attempts to restore the knot, but soon

found it quite beyond her skill. It had untied itself so suddenly that she could not in the least remember how the strings had been doubled into one another; and when she tried to recol

lect the shape and appearance of the knot, it seemed to have 15 gone entirely out of her mind. Nothing was to be done, there

fore, but to let the box remain as it was, until Epimetheus should come in.

"But,” said Pandora, “when he finds the knot untied, he will know that I have done it. How shall I make him believe 20 that I have not looked into the box ?”.

And then the thought came into her naughty little heart, that, since she would be suspected of having looked into the box, she might just as well do so at once. O, very naughty and very

foolish Pandora ! You should have thought only of doing what 25 was right, and of leaving undone what was wrong, and not

of what your playfellow Epimetheus would have said or believed.

And so perhaps she might, if the enchanted face on the lid of the box had not looked so bewitchingly persuasive at her, 30 and if she had not seemed to hear, more distinctly than before,

the murmur of small voices within. She could not tell whether it was fancy or no; but there was quite a little tumult of whispers in her ear-or else it was her curiosity that whispered.

“Let us out, dear Pandora-pray let us out! We will be 35 such nice pretty playfellows for you! Only let us out!"

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