"What kind of a hoe could you get in such a little box?" said Stella.
"I think it's a locket," said Marjorie, "on a blue ribbon to hang round your neck."
The next box said:
"Very seldom you will use me, But you'd cry if you should lose me."
"Ho!" said Marjorie, "if I'm going to use this thing so seldom I don't think I'd cry if I should lose it."
"Perhaps it's a something for Sunday," suggested Molly, "then you'd use it only once a week, you know."
"Oh, what a funny verse this is," said Marjorie, as she read:
"I'm nothing to eat, I'm nothing to wear; You can only use me high up in the air."
"I know what it is," said Stella, with her funny little air of decision; "it's a kite! You could only use that high in the air, you know; and it's that Japanese sort that squeezes all up to nothing and then spreads out when you open it."
"I believe it is," said Midge, "only you know it said it was made of metal. But just listen to this next verse!