MY name is Quartz. I have a story to tell you about my family.
A little girl found some pretty stones and took them to school. I was among those stones, and very glad to make the children a visit.
Suddenly I found myself on a desk with a piece of glass and a knife. How sharp that knife looked! It fairly made me tremble, it was so near.
However, I need not have been afraid. Soon a boy picked up the knife and went to work to cut me in two. Just think, that sharp glistening blade could not even scratch me!
Then the boy picked up the piece of glass and tried to scratch me with that; but he could not make the least mark on my glossy coat.
I wondered if I could make a scratch on the glass, and kept saying to myself, "Don't I wish I had a chance to make my mark on that shiny glass!"
I think the boy must have heard me, for he tried to scratch the glass with me, and I found