"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 and pick out what you want." "Oh, that will be lovely! Now, let's think what else he has." "Yes, that's the way to get at it. In a shop like his, with all sorts of stationery and toys and knick-knacks, there ought to be lots of M's. Well, doubtless he'll give you some music,--sheet-music, you know; and perhaps some magazines. Oh, and memorandum-books. You can always sell those to business men. Then he has maps, too; pocket-maps, or even larger ones. And I think that's all you ought to expect from him." "Yes, that's enough. Now, what can I make myself?" "I daresay Mother finished the list when she said mats and mops. I don't know of anything else, unless it's mantillas." "What are they?" "Don't you know? Well, it is an old-fashioned word. They're ladies' cloaks, mantles, you know." "Oh, Father, I could make some for dolls!" "Yes, that's good; if you can sew well enough." "Mother will help me with the hard parts. But, really, they will be lovely. All the little girls will buy them. Now, can't I make something else?" "Why, yes; make candy! Marshmallows,--I'll teach you how; you know I'm a famous candy-maker. But I don't know any other sort,--unless we say mint-drops. Would that do?" "Oh, yes. And I can make mottoes. Any kind of candy, you know, done up in motto-papers."