Children live
up in the rock villages, and never come down to the towns. They've never
even seen any toys, like other children play with, Angel says. All the
strangers who come here give presents to the poor in Monte Carlo and
Mentone, and big places like that; but they never think of the ones up
in the mountains. Angel said how nice it would be, if we were rich, to
buy toys,--baskets and baskets full,--and give them away to the
children of Eze. Perhaps you are rich; are you?"
"Richer than I thought, a few years ago, that I ever should be. I used
to be poor, until I dug, and found some gold lying about in the ground."
"How splendid! I suppose the fairies showed you where to look. Jane says
there are no fairies, but I do hope she's mistaken. I wish you would
send up some presents to the little children at Eze."
"I will, lots, if you'll take them."
"Perhaps we could all go together."
"I'm afraid your mother wouldn't care for that."
"Yes, she would. Because, if you were never unkind to her, like Nurse
said you were, she'll be most awfully glad to see you again.
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