Paula dried her eyes and listened intently as Rosa continued, "P. S. I am sending thee five francs by money order which you can redeem at your post office. Buy something with it by which to remember me." "Five francs!" repeated Paula, with astonishment now instead of tears on her face, "Are you sure?" "Of course. See. Here is the money order." Paula, who never in her life had owned a single cent, could hardly believe that she was the possessor of so much riches! Her godmother's letter was, of course, a tremendous event for all of us. Rosa had to read it over and over many times, and it seemed as if Paula wished to learn it by heart. Even my father read it with great attention and appeared quite pleased. Teresa declared that "The god-mother was surely a 'très comme il faut,'" but she did not explain to us why. One thing however displeased Teresa--the eagerness with which Paula immediately planned to spend all her money. "How now!" she exclaimed, "Is it burning a hole in your pocket? I should think a little girl like you would prefer to keep the money." "Keep it?" said Paula. "Why should I keep it?" But the next day, when Teresa announced that she was going to the city, she invited us both to come along. "What are _you_ going to buy?" she asked Paula. "Oh, so many things. You shall see!" And the "things" which we "saw" were certainly a great surprise to us. First we went to the book-shop where a number of souvenir cards were purchased to send back to Villar. From there, on passing a window filled with fruit, Paula exclaimed, "Oh, my, Catalina certainly does love grapes. I must get her some." "Grapes!" said Teresa. "Look at the price, you silly child." "Never mind. I'm rich this afternoon." "Well, you won't be rich long, if you make many purchases like that!" But Paula would not be satisfied until a great bunch of the luscious fruit was safely stowed away in Teresa's bag, destined for Catalina. Having arrived in front of a stationer's shop, two pencils went into the bag, one for Rosa and the other for Louis. "And aren't you going to get anything for yourself?" said Teresa, with a quizzical grin. "Oh, you shall see," laughed Paula. "Besides, you know, Teresa, I've got everything I need, and a good deal more." But now a present for my father was the next object for discussion. "Men don't need presents," said Teresa impatiently. But Paula did not agree with her. "I know," she cried at last, "I remember what he said yesterday that his coffee cup was too small. Let's get him a big one." So off to the china-shop we went, where a huge blue cup decorated with flowers of extraordinary size depleted Paula's treasure by a whole franc. I began to ask myself whether I was going to have any part in Paula's generosity. But on passing a certain bazaar where a myriad of things were sold, I saw Paula make signs that Teresa seemed to understand. Contrary to her custom Teresa entered alone, telling us to walk on a bit and she would join us soon.