Not until her birthday was the knitting finished, and as she took the last stitches a little velvet-covered jewel-box fell out.

In the jewel-box was a string of pearls that had belonged to Marguerite's great-great-grandmother.

It was a precious family heirloom, and although Marguerite could not wear the necklace until she was old enough to go to her first great court ball, it made her very proud and happy to think that, of all the grandchildren in the family, she had been chosen as the one to wear her great-great-grandmother's name that means pearl, and had inherited on that account the beautiful Von Behren necklace.
When the knitting was done there was a charming birthday feast in her honour.

They crowned her with flowers, and every one, even the dignified old grandfather, did her bidding until nightfall, because it was _her_ day, and she was its queen.
Closing the book Lloyd lay back among the cushions, smiling for the twentieth time over Marguerite's happiness, and planning the beautiful wonder-ball she herself would like to have, if wonder-balls were to be had for the wishing.

It should be as big as a cart-wheel, and the first gift to be unwound should be a tiny ring set with an emerald, because that is the lucky stone for people born in May.