It broke last week." "Then it too must go to be mended," said grandmother with decision.

"See, here is another one that will do for to-day." She, in turn, drew forth another brooch.

A little silver one this time, in the shape of a bird flying.

But as she was handing it to Molly, "Why, this one _also_ has no pin!" she exclaimed.
"No, grandmother dear.

I broke it the day before yesterday." Grandmother laid the three brooches down in a row.
"How many brooches in all have you, Molly ?" she said.
"Six, grandmother dear.