It was the green marble that spoke to me. It was not only a beautiful crystal and gleamed like a green jewel; it was really a big marble. Green was my favorite color.
I knew that Mother wouldn’t buy it for me. I had already done as much whining and begging as I could reasonably hope to get away with on this trip to town. I didn’t have the price of the marble. We were in a little hobby shop that Mother didn’t visit very often, and this was the only time I had ever seen a marble like this.
