"I am not pretty, I am not gay, But you'll enjoy me every day."
The boxes were getting very small now, and Marjorie felt sure that the one she held in her hand must be the last one, unless, indeed, the gift was a cherry stone. The verse read:
"At last, Dear Mopsy, you've come to me! Behold your birthday gift! only a—"
As Marjorie read the last words she opened the box, and when she saw the contents she finished the rhyme herself by exclaiming, "key!"
CHAPTER XIV
"BREEZY INN"
Sure enough, the tiny box contained a small key tied with a bit of blue ribbon. Marjorie looked at it in bewilderment.
"It must unlock something!" cried Molly.
"Molly Moss," exclaimed Uncle Steve, "you have a wonderfully clever head for your years! How did you ever guess that a key would unlock something? You must have seen keys before!"
"But she never saw this one," cried Midge. "Oh, Uncle Steve, what is it for?"