Tell mamma
that I will answer all her questions about my lessons and clothes next
week. Oceans of love to everybody in the dear little brown house."
Hastily scrawling her name, Joyce ran out into the hall with her
letter. "Anything for me?" she asked, anxiously, leaning over the
banister to drop the letter into Marie's hand. "One, mademoiselle," was
the answer. "But it has not a foreign stamp."
"Oh, from Cousin Kate!" exclaimed Joyce, tearing it open as she went
back to her room. At the door she stooped to pick up a piece of paper
that had dropped from the envelope. It crackled stiffly as she
unfolded it.
"Money!" she exclaimed in surprise. "A whole twenty franc note. What
could Cousin Kate have sent it for?" The last page of the letter
explained.
"I have just remembered that December is not very far off,
and that whatever little Christmas gifts we send home should
soon be started on their way. Enclosed you will find twenty
francs for your Christmas shopping. It is not much, but we
are too far away to send anything but the simplest little
remembrances, things that will not be spoiled in the mail,
and on which little or no duty need be paid. You might buy
one article each day, so that there will be some purpose in
your walks into Tours.
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