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Page 51
"Perhaps it's a something for Sunday," suggested Molly, "then
you'd use it only once a week, you know."
"Oh, what a funny verse this is," said Marjorie, as she read:
"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
"BREEZY INN"
Sure enough, the tiny box contained a small key tied with a bit of
blue ribbon. Marjorie looked at it in bewilderment.
"It must unlock something!" cried Molly.
"Molly Moss," exclaimed Uncle Steve, "you have a wonderfully
clever head for your years! How did you ever guess that a key
would unlock something? You must have seen keys before!"
"But she never saw this one," cried Midge. "Oh, Uncle Steve, what
is it for?"
"You've been in suspense quite long enough, and now we'll try to
find a lock for that key to fit. Grandma and I will go first, and
if you three young ladies will follow us, we will go and hunt for
a keyhole."
Full of delightful anticipation, the three girls followed their
older leaders. Marjorie was in the middle, her arms twined about
Molly and Stella on either side, and their arms around her. Molly
and Midge wanted to skip, but Stella never skipped, so the result
was a somewhat joggly gait as they went down the path to the
orchard.
The south meadow was a wide expanse of humpy grass-land, with only
a few trees here and there.
Especially fine trees were two that were usually called the twin
maples. These two very old trees grew side by side, their great
trunks not more than four feet apart and their branches so
intermingled that they were practically one tree in two parts. The
delightful shade of this double tree afforded a favorite
playground for the children, and they had missed it during the
past week when they were forbidden to go into the meadow.
As they neared the meadow, Marjorie grew more and more amazed.
There was nothing unusual in sight: no swing, no merry-go-round,
and certainly nothing that a key could unlock. They reached the
twin maples, and then Uncle Steve said: "If you'll all step around
to the other side of this tree I think we may discover that
missing keyhole."
The girls scampered around, and, looking up into the tree, they
saw such an astonishing sight that the three simply sat down on
the ground and stared at it. It was nothing more nor less than a
house, a real little house high above the ground and nestled into
the branches of the trees, just as a bird's nest might be.
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