"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.

"And now," said Paula, "we must buy an apron for Teresa, while she's not
looking. Where shall we go?"