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Page 31
"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
anything more if you have it, and then every time you look at this
page you can just seem to see that whole trip, can't you?"
"Yes," said Marjorie, who was becoming absorbedly interested in
this new game; "and here's the time-table, Uncle: but that isn't
very pretty and it's so big. Oh, and here's the card, the bill of
fare, you know, that we had in the dining-car. See, it has a
picture on it."
"Why, Midget, it isn't considered exactly good form to carry the
MENU away with you; but it's really no crime, and since you have
it, we'll put it in. As to the time-table, we'll just cut out this
part that includes the stations at the beginning and end of your
trip. See?"
"Oh, yes, indeed I do! And what a beautiful page!" Marjorie
breathlessly watched as Uncle Steve arranged the souvenirs
harmoniously on the big page and pasted them neatly in their
places. Then, taking from his pocket a box of colored pencils, he
printed at the top of the page, in ornate letters, the date and
the occasion. Uncle Steve was an adept at lettering, and the
caption was an additional ornament to the already attractive page.
Thus they went on through the book. Sometimes a page was devoted
to a special occasion, and again many scattered mementoes were
grouped together. It seemed as if every pleasure Marjorie had had
since she came, had produced something attractive for her book.
A fancy lace paper represented the big box of bonbons that her
father had sent her when she had her sprained ankle. Many
photographs there were, for Marjorie had learned to use her camera
pretty well, and Uncle Steve sometimes took snap-shots of the
children with his own larger camera. There were several little
pictures that Stella had painted for her, an old tintype that
Grandma had given her, a feather from the tail of Marjorie's pet
rooster, and many such trifles, each of which brought up a host of
memories of pleasant or comical situations.
The sprained-ankle episode filled up several pages. For there were
the letters that Marjorie had received from the animals, and other
notes and pictures that had been sent to her, and many mementoes
of those long days she had spent in bed. The beautiful book Uncle
Steve had brought her at that time was suggested by its title, cut
from the paper wrapper which had been on the book when it came.
Indeed, it seemed that there was no end to the ingenious ways of
remembering things that Marjorie wanted to remember. A tiny,
bright bird feather would recall the walk she took with Grandma
one afternoon; a pressed wild flower was an eloquent reminder of
Blossom Banks; and a large strawberry hull, neatly pasted into
place, Marjorie insisted upon to remind her of the day when she
said "Boo" to Stella.
Several pages were devoted to souvenirs from home, and Rosy Posy's
illegible scrawls were side by side with neatly-written postcards
from her parents.
All of these things Uncle Steve arranged with the utmost care and
taste, and Marjorie soon learned how to do it for herself. Some
things, such as letters or thin cards, must be pasted in; heavier
cards or postcards were best arranged by cutting slits for the
corners and tucking them in; while more bulky objects, such as
pebbles, a tiny china doll or a wee little Teddy Bear, must be
very carefully tied to the page by narrow ribbons put through
slits from the back.
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