Memory Book to represent this dreadful day.

"Not that I need anything to make me remember it," she thought,
"for I'm sure I can never, never, never forget it." But when she
had her other materials all prepared she realized she had no glass
of water, so, of course, her paints were useless.

Even her paper-doll's house seemed to have lost its flavor. She
had no new things to paste in, nor had she any paste.

She began to learn what a lot of little things make up the
comforts of life, and, utterly discouraged, she tried to think of
something to while away the time.

At last she concluded she would start at the top and go down,
sitting on each step five minutes. "This," she calculated to
herself, "will fill up a long time. There are seventeen steps, and
seventeen times five is,--well, I don't know how much it is,
exactly, but it must be several hours. Perhaps, when I get down to
the bottom it will be afternoon!"

With a reviving sense of interest in something, she sat on the top
step and waited for five minutes to pass. Never had a period of
time seemed so long. It was twice as long as a church service, and
a dozen times as long as the ride in the cars when she came up to
Grandma's. But at last the five minutes was up, and with a little
jounce Marjorie slid down to the next step, and prepared to spend
another five. This was longer yet, and at the third-step Marjorie
gave up this plan, as being the most dreadful thing she had ever
tried.