Stage-3: The Five Orange Pips

On thefourth day after the nevtyearl heard my father give a sharp cry ofsurprise as we sat together at the breakfast-table. There he was, sitting with a hewly opened envelope in one hand and five dried orange pips in the outstretchedpalm of the other one. He had always laughed at what he called my cock-and-hull stoıy ahout the colonel, but he looked veıy scared and pıızzJed now that the same thing had come upon h im şelf.