I give you the box and the beads, my charming dear, for a Christmas present and a consolation.

See the card at the bottom of the box:-- "'Life is a rosary, Strung with the beads of little deeds Done humbly, Lord, as unto Thee.' "I hope your life will be the most beautiful of rosaries, darling, and all your little deeds as lovely as these beads.
"And now, good night, and may the Christ-Child give you your dreams." As soon as Dotty was alone, she covered her head with the bed-clothes, and made up faces.

She wished she could push herself through the footboard, and come out at Portland.

She never wished to set eyes on the city of New York again, or anybody that lived in it..