have seen her face shine when we told her that we
were friends of yours. She said lovely things about you, and the tears
came into her eyes when she told us how much she missed your visits, after
you went back to America.

"Next day we went to Madame's, and she took us over to the Ciseaux place
to see Jules's great-aunt Desiree. She is a beautiful old lady. She talked
about you as if you were an angel, or a saint with a halo around your
head. She feels that if it hadn't been for you that she might still be
only 'Number Thirty-nine' among all those paupers, instead of being the
mistress of her brother's comfortable home.

"After we left there, we passed the place where Madame's washerwoman
lives. A little girl peeped out at us through the hedge. Madame told her
to show the American ladies the doll that she had in her arms. She held it
out, and then snatched it back as if she were jealous of our even looking
at it. Madame told us that it was the one you gave her at the Noel fete.
It is the only doll the child ever had, and she has carried it ever since,
even taking it to bed with her. She has named it for you.

"Madame said in her funny broken English, 'Ah, it is a beautiful thing to
leave such memories behind one as Mademoiselle Joyce has left.' I would
have told her about the Road of the Loving Heart, but it is so hard for
her to understand anything I say. I think you began yours over here in
France, long before Betty told us of the one in Samoa, or Eugenia gave us
the rings to help us remember.

"We took Fidelia Sattawhite with us. She is the girl I wrote to you about
who was so rude to me, and who quarrelled so much with her brothers on
shipboard. I thought it would spoil everything to have her along, but
mother insisted on my inviting her. She feels sorry for her. Fidelia acted
very well until we went over to the Ciseaux place. But when we got to the
gate she stood and looked up at the scissors over it, and refused to go
in. Madame and mother both coaxed and coaxed her, but she was too queer
for anything. She wouldn't move a step. She just stood there in the road,
saying, 'No'm, I won't go in. I don't want to. I'll stay out here and wait
for you. No'm, nothing anybody can say can make me go in.'

"Down she sat on the grass as flat as Humpty Dumpty when he had his great
fall, and all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't have made
her get up till she was ready. We couldn't understand why she should act