One beautiful carved silver affair she investigated curiously, when she discovered it was a powder box, which shook out scented powder from a perforated top.

Marjorie amused herself, shaking some powder on her hand, and flicking it on her rosy cheeks.

It was a fascinating little affair, for it worked by an unusual sort of a spring, and Marjorie liked to play with it.
She wandered about the room with the powder-box still in her hand, and as she paused a moment at Grandma's bedside, a brilliant idea came to her.
The bed had been arranged for the night.

The maid had laid aside the elaborate lace coverlet and pillow covers, had deftly turned back the bed clothing in correct fashion, and had put Grandma's night pillow in place.
For some reason, as Marjorie looked at the pillow, there flashed across her mind what Grandma had said about her hair turning white in a single night, and acting on a sudden impulse, Marjorie shook powder from the silver box all over Grandma's pillow.

Then chuckling to herself, she replaced the powder-box on the dressing table, and went to her own room..