"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!

"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