Sold in box with poem. I'm just a little Handkerchief, Quite square as you can see, But with a stitch or two they made a bonnet out of me. I'll be worn home from the hospital or on the Christening Day: Then neatly pressed and folded I'll be carefully packed away. On her wedding day a bride must have, Traditionally, something old... Good luck, good health and happiness it brings her, so it's told. Then what could be more pleasant then to unpack little me, to snip a stitch or two and find her handkercheif I will be. And if I'm first worn by a boy, he'll surely someday wed; Then he can give his lovely bride the hanky worn on his head.