“I remember, but no one dreamed you meant that chest,” replied Polly.
“I made up my mind about it, the moment I found how Ma got it from under Ruth’s nose. That’s why I made Ma say the chest was my very own—so she could not come back at me and say I had no right to give it away.”
“Dodo, you are splendid in your generous way of giving. If only everyone was like you!” cried Polly, giving her a hug.
“There! That hug means more to me than a wedding-chest,” laughed Dodo, pink with pleasure.
When Mrs. Fabian heard of the gift to Ruth she caught the girl’s hand and said: “Dodo, Ruth will be so happy, I know.”
“Dear me, you-all make as much fuss over that chest as if I had to earn the money for it. I can’t forget that we have more cash than we can ever spend honestly,” declared Dodo.
When Mrs. Fabian told her husband about the gift and Dodo’s point of view about wealth, it had more influence with him than anyone could have thought for. He felt that Dodo and her father were really worth-while characters, but there was a roughness about them that needed some polishing before the purity and beauty of their souls would shine forth resplendently and make others appreciate them.
The streets of Paris were anything but good for motoring because of the broken cobbles, and deep ruts in the roads. The disagreeable odors, too, created by poor sanitation in the city, caused Polly and her chums to cover their noses many a time.
“I like the wonders of Paris, but I can’t say that I like the people and the everyday annoyances,” remarked Polly, one day.
“The shops are beautiful!” said Eleanor.