Where is it, my dear?
Give it to me." Molly opened the unlucky drawer, and after a minute or two's fumbling extracted from its depths a little brooch which she handed to grandmother.

Grandmother looked at it.
"This is not the one, Molly.

This is the one Aunty sent you on your last birthday, with the little turquoises round it." Molly turned quickly.
"Oh yes.

It isn't the coral one.

It must be in the drawer." Another rummage brought forth the coral one.
"But the turquoise one has no pin either!" "No, grandmother dear.