"Shh, Grandma is taking a nap and she doesn't like me snooping in her attic," Mattie whispered.
"Well, if all the creaking from you pulling down those stairs out of the ceiling didn't wake her, we'll be very lucky," Penelope whispered back.
Slowly Mattie opened the old blue Birks box and pulled out the little leather and brocade bag. The old zipper worked just fine and she slid the little gold and mother of pearl opera glasses out of its safe womb-like bag.
"I think these must be a pair of old opera glasses. What do you think?"
"So fine," Penelope whispered.
Just then the old pull chain on the bare light bulb was given a swift grating yank and both girls squealed as they turned to face Grandmama.
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