"It isn't it," she announced sadly at the door of her mother's room.

"Oh, yes, I guess it is," said Mrs. Merrill, and Mary Jane noticed that she
didn't seem a bit worried. "It must be, because I haven't bought anything
else. Come over here and let's see."

She pulled her chair up to the window and turned Mary Jane's little rocker
facing it. "Now, let's see what it is," she said; "maybe you'd like to open
it."

Mary Jane would. She pulled off the string, unfolded the paper--and what do
you suppose she found inside? The prettiest box you ever saw! On it was a
picture of a little girl, about as old as Mary Jane maybe, and some queer
looking cards, pictures of the cards, that is, and some gay looking colors
that appeared to be pictures of colored thread.

"Why, it _is_ my sewing, isn't it, mother?" exclaimed Mary Jane in happy
surprise.

"Looks like it, doesn't it, dear?" agreed Mrs. Merrill. "Suppose you open
it to be sure."

Mary Jane opened the box as it lay on her lap and the inside was even more
interesting looking, she found, than the outside had been. The box was
divided into three parts by tiny little partitions. In the biggest part was
a pile of cards with funny marks and holes that looked as though they were
meant to make a picture; and in the middle sized part was a pile of gay
colored skeins of thread; and in the littlest part was a paper of needles
with nice big eyes.