Bessie was in tears, and Don was almost crying.

"What shall I do with a little boy who is always forgetting?" mamma
asked very gently. She had tried so many different ways to have Donald
learn to remember.

"Mamma, let's have a forgetter, for Don, or any of us. Just a big
closet--that one upstairs with the window will do. Let's put all our
forgets in there. Anything that's spoiled because we forget it, goes in
there, for us to mend or to think of some way to make good. If we
forget, we have to go there for the very next hour--unless it's
schooltime--no matter how we want to do something else."

"Shall we try that, Donald?" asked mamma. She knew that Uncle Rod was
coming within that hour to take the children to ride.

Donald knew it, too, but his voice did not falter, "Yes, mamma, let's
begin now. I do want to stop forgetting."

So up to the big closet they went, mamma, and Donald, each carrying some
of the wilted pansy plants. There was a low stool to sit on, and there
Donald spent the next hour thinking as he had never thought before. He
heard Uncle Rod come and go away again.

[Illustration: Donald spent the next hour thinking.]

It was a long time before Donald forgot again, then for days it seemed
as if he almost could not remember. Every day for a week, he had to
spend an hour in the "forgettery." Not one of the other children had had
to use it, so it began to be called "Donald's forgettery." He had