What is it?

So Adena and I went to go clothes shopping, but the mall was packed, not a parking space anywhere, and bumper-to-bumper traffic in and out. So we didn't even bother to go in.  On the way home we decided to stop at an antique shop in the town next to ours that we had seen many times, but was always closed.  After tearing ourselves away from the very tempting set of the complete works of Mark Twain (make an offer) published in 1899, we were greeted by the two ladies that had owned the shop for years.  They said hello, then half to us and half to eachother debated whether or not our presence meant that they should get up.  We assured them that they were fine where they were, we were just looking.  The shop had typical antique shop stuff, linens, glassware, a few pieces of old furniture.  But Adena found a few tin boxes she liked, and I found something wonderful.  It was labled "what is it, but it's old $25". 

The ladies in the store said that they had found it in the attic of the building when they bought the shop.  The attic is crammed with stuff, and they just take some of it out once in a while and put it in the shop.  I am now the proud owner of the "what is it".