The locket was round and set with tiny blue stones that formed three
forget-me-not flowers. In the center of each flower sparkled a tiny
diamond.

"The blue stones are turquoises," explained Aunt Polly. "Great Aunt
Dorothy wore her locket on a bit of black velvet, but I bought this
chain for you. Do you like it, dear?"

"Is it for me?" asked the surprised Meg. "For me, Auntie? Can I wear
it to school and show it to the girls? Oh! can I?"

"It is for you," Aunt Polly assured her small niece, kissing her.
"But, honey, you must be careful of it. Wear it to school one day, if
you want to, and then keep it for special times. You see, you must
save it for your little girl."

"My little girl?" echoed Meg, wonderingly. "Why?"

"Because," explained Aunt Polly seriously, "this locket has always been
handed down to the oldest daughter. Great-great Aunt Dorothy gave it
to her daughter, and she gave it to her oldest daughter and so on.
Some might say I should give it to Dot, because she is named for great
Aunt Dorothy, but you are the oldest daughter. I had it instead of
your mother for that reason. And as I have no daughter, it goes to
you."

Meg ran downstairs to show her gift, and the sleds were forgotten while
the children crowded around to examine the pretty locket.

"You must be very careful of it, Daughter," said Father Blossom. "You