"Why didn't I think of it sooner?
Mother will fix you up," and he opened the door into the hall and called "mother!" Mrs.Nesbit came hurrying in.

She never waited to be called twice by her son, who was the apple of her eye.
"My dear Grace," she exclaimed when she saw the tear, "this is too bad.
Come right into my room and I'll mend it for you." So it happened that Grace was presently seated in an armchair in Mrs.
Nesbit's bedroom, while the good-natured woman whipped together the jagged edges of the rent.
"What a beautiful box you have, Mrs.Nesbit," said Grace, pointing to a large carved box on the dressing table.
"Do you like it ?" replied the other.

"I'm fond of it, probably because I was so happy when I bought it years ago while traveling abroad with my husband.

It smells as sweet as it did when it was new," she added, placing the box in Grace's lap.
Nora and Jessica, who had been hovering about the room, now came over to see the sweet-scented box.

How strangely familiar was that pungent perfume which floated up to them.