wear it until I'm grown up."

"Hurry up," cried Molly, who was dancing about, both helping and
hindering Marjorie, "let's see what the next box says."

On the next box was written:

"Just a hint I'll give to you; I'm of metal, tied with blue."

"Metal, tied with blue!" screamed Molly, "What can that be? A hoe,
perhaps, tied up with a blue ribbon."

"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: