to fill up before she criticised it; and when she looked at her
pile of treasures already accumulated, she wondered herself how
they would all get in the book.

At last Uncle Steve came, and sitting down opposite Marjorie at
her little table, announced himself as ready to begin operations.

"We'll plan it out a little first, Mopsy, and then fasten the
things in afterward."

Marjorie was quite content to sit and look on, at least until she
found out how such things were done.

"You see," said her uncle, "we'll take a page for each occasion--
more or less. For instance, as this book is to represent just this
summer it ought to begin with your trip up here. Have you anything
that reminds you of that day?"

"Yes," said Marjorie, looking over her heap of treasures, "here's
a little kind of a badge that father bought for me at the station
as we were going to the train."

"Just the thing; now, you see, as this is on a pin itself we'll
just stick it in this first page. Anything else?"

"Well, here's a pretty picture I cut out of a magazine on the
train coming up; oh, and here are two postcards that I bought of a
boy who brought them through the train."

"Fine! Now, you see, we'll paste all these on this page and