ink of melons and mantelpieces."

"How about mats?"

"Oh, yes, I can make mats. Crochet them, you mean? Will you show me
how?"

"Yes, and mops, too; you can make mops, or buy them, either. I suppose
they expect you to contribute some articles to be sold. I'll make some
for you, too. I'll make you a lovely big, soft melon cushion, a head
rest, you know. And, oh, Mopsy! I'll give you some mixed pickles, some
of those good ones that Ellen puts up. They'll sell well, I know."

"Oh, goody, Mother; I'll have a lot of things to give them, won't I? And
Miss Merington will be so pleased. She's a lovely lady."

"Yes, she's a charming girl, and I'm glad to have you help her. Perhaps
Father can think up some things for you that begin with M."

This was a good suggestion, and that very evening Midget put the
question:

"Father, what begins with M that you could sell?"

"Why, Mopsy Midget Maynard, I could sell you, but I doubt if I could get
a big enough price. You're a pretty valuable piece of property."

"Yes, but don't joke, Daddy. I mean really, in earnest, for the Bazaar,
you know."

"Oh, yes, I've heard about that wonderful Bazaar. Well, let me see. Are
you allowed to have any sort of wares if they begin with the right
letter?"

"Yes, I think so. Mother thought of mats and mops."

"That's a good start. How are you to get these things? Do you donate
them all to the Bazaar?"

"Yes; or Miss Merington said we could ask people to give us things, but
I don't like to do that."

"No; not from strangers, of course. But I'm sure Mr. Gordon will be glad
to give you some toys or notions out of his store. He's such an old
friend of mine, I wouldn't mind your asking him. And then I think Uncle
Steve would send you a few trinkets, or Grandma Sherwood might. But most
of your contributions I think we'll get up here at home. Now, let's be
methodical, because that begins with M, and first we'll make some
lists."

Marjorie was greatly interested, and flew for a pad and pencil, and then
waited for her father to make his lists.

"I declare, Midget," he said, at last, "this is harder than I thought. I
can't think of a thing but mahogany bureaus and marble mantles."

"How about marbles, Father? I mean the kind you play marbles with."

"That's good, Midge. Mr. Gordon will give you those. I don't want you to
ask any one else, but Tom Gordon told me he would give a lot of things
to the Bazaar, and he said for you to go down there a