I figured everyone is probably curious as to what Doreen gets for her 10th birthday.. (If you haven't read Chapter 1 – Five Minutes to Ten, I recommend reading that first!) so here's the 2nd chapter!

Doreen's Jewel Box

Chapter 2 — Ten O'Clock

Doreen pushed down the bedclothes, sat up, and rubbed her eyes. It was still quite dark, but she was awake enough to know that the great morning for which she had been longing so much had come at last.
She peered around the room. There was no bicycle and no doll's house. "Downstairs, perhaps," she said to herself.
She put out her hand and felt for the chair beside her bed. Ah, what was this? A flat, brown paper package tied up with a string. She drew it into bed, her heart beating faster at every rustle of the brown paper.

Lying down again, Doreen decided to enjoy the "feel" of the parcel until it should be light enough to open it. Meanwhile she tried to imagine what might be inside.

She felt sure it must be the long-desired jewel box. It was just the right size and shape. She pictured a very handsome case filled with sparkling diamonds and emeralds and gleaming jewels of many shapes and colors. Shaking the parcel, she expected to hear the stones rattle together. But there was no sound. "Of course," she said to herself, "how stupid I am! If they are beautiful stones they will be wrapped up in tissue paper, or set in golden rings on velvet cushions."
Morning dawned at last. Jumping up, Doreen put on her clothes, with one eye all the time on the brown-paper parcel. She had decided to keep the pleasure of opening it until she went downstairs.
Dressed at last, she went down to the dining room. There was no cycle nor doll's house there. Evidently mamma had spent all her money on the jewel box, thought Doreen.

Snip! snip! went the scissors, and off fell the string and the first sheet of brown paper. There was some writing on the next piece of wrapping paper. Doreen's eyes opened wider than ever as she read the words:

"DOREEN'S JEWEL BOX"

"Hurrah!" she shouted, hastily tearing off the next sheet of paper. Underneath was a beautiful cardboard box of a mottled green color. "How pretty!" she exclaimed, slowing and very carefully lifting the lid. She peeped inside.
Then something happened.
"Oh!" cried Doreen, stamping her little foot and flinging the box across the room. "It's not a jewel box! It's not a jewel box!"
Crash! went a flowerpot from the window sill.

"Whatever is the matter?" cried mamma, running into the room.
"It's not a jewel box! It's not a jewel box!" sobbed Doreen, "and you said it was a jewel box. It isn't. It's just a horrid, nasty, ugly old book, and I don't like books, and I don't want a book — and you said it was a jewel box, and it isn't, and–and—-"
"Now, come, come, Doreen," said mamma. "You mustn't take on like this. You must have got out of bed on the wrong side this morning, and on your birthday, too!"
"But you said I should have a jewel box —–"
"And we have given you one," said mamma.
"You haven't; it's only a nasty, horrid, ugly old book!"
"No, no, Doreen. Have you look inside it yet?"
"No."

"Then you have cried too soon. You will find that it is a most beautiful jewel box, packed full of the richest gems."
Doreen began to dry her tears.
"Daddy and I," said mamma, "have spent lots of money on this jewel box, and if you look after it, you will have it all of your life. It is very beautifully and very strongly made, and when you are an old, old lady, if time should last that long, you will still be telling people about the lovely jewel box you were given on your tenth birthday."
"But where are all the jewels?" asked Doreen.
"You must go and look for them," said mother. "I will help you find some of them later on."
Doreen's curiosity was aroused, and she walked across the room to pick up the mottled green box.

"I'm sorry I knocked your plant over, Mamma," she said.
"Yes, that is too bad," said mamma, "but I will sweep up the mess this time if you will start looking for those jewels."
Picking up the box, Doreen kissed mamma and went upstairs to her room.