Aunt Emma had once given it to Anthea, and it had then contained scissors, penknife, bodkin, stiletto, thimble, corkscrew, and glove-buttoner.

The scissors, knife, and thimble, and penknife were, of course, lost, but the other things were there and as good as new.

Cyril contributed lead soldiers, a cannon, a catapult, a tin-opener, a tie-clip, and a tennis ball, and a padlock--no key.

Robert collected a candle ('I don't suppose they ever saw a self-fitting paraffin one,' he said), a penny Japanese pin-tray, a rubber stamp with his father's name and address on it, and a piece of putty.
Jane added a key-ring, the brass handle of a poker, a pot that had held cold-cream, a smoked pearl button off her winter coat, and a key--no lock.
'We can't take all this rubbish,' said Robert, with some scorn.

'We must just each choose one thing.' The afternoon passed very agreeably in the attempt to choose from the table the four most suitable objects.