There was a general silence. But it turned out Moxy didn’t have to go all the way back down the wet hall and open the very heavy front door with the wreath that fell off every time you opened or closed it, because Sam had already let himself in. “Merry Christmas, Moxy,” he said. He was standing at the threshold of Ajax’s office. A small present was balanced on his somewhat wet right red mitten—you could definitely see the Scotch tape. Here’s a picture Mark took of Sam’s somewhat wet right red mitten holding the Christmas present Sam had wrapped for Moxy. Mark called it “A Study in Scotch Tape.” “A Study in Scotch Tape,” by Mark Maxwell. Everybody moved farther into Ajax’s study so Sam could squeeze in. “If that present’s for me,” said Moxy, “I don’t want it.” Uncle Jayne looked surprised, and it occurred to Moxy that she was being, as her mother might say, the slightest bit rude. “It’ll mean one more thank-you note I have to write,” she explained.
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