`` You shall , '' said the Doctor , and put them in his breast pocket with the faded violets , for everybody loved the pauper child sent to die in a hospital , because Christian charity makes every man and woman father and mother to these little ones . All day the dolls went about in the busy Doctor 's pocket , and I think the violets did them good , for the soft perfume clung to them long afterward like the memory of a lovely life , as short and sweet as that of the flowers . In the evening they were folded up in a fresh paper and re-directed carefully . The Doctor wrote a little note telling why he had kept them , and was just about to put on some stamps when a friend came in who was going to Boston in the morning . `` Anything to take along , Fred ? '' asked the newcomer . `` This parcel , if you will . I have a feeling that I 'd rather not have it knock about in a mail-bag , '' and the Doctor told him why . It was pleasant to see how carefully the traveller put away the parcel after that , and to hear him say that he was going through Boston to the mountains for his holiday , and would deliver it in Portland to Miss Plum herself . `` Now there is some chance of our getting there , '' said Flora , as they set off next day in a new Russia leather bag . On the way they overheard a long chat between some New York and Boston ladies which impressed them very much . Flora liked to hear the fashionable gossip about clothes and people and art and theatres , but Dora preferred the learned conversation of the young Boston ladies , who seemed to know a little of everything , or think they did . `` I hope Mamma will give me an entirely new wardrobe when I get home ; and we will have dolls ' weddings and balls , and a play , and be as fine and fashionable as those ladies down there , '' said Flora , after listening a while . `` You have got your head full of dressy ideas and high life , sister . I do n't care for such things , but mean to cultivate my mind as fast as I can . That girl says she is in college , and named over more studies than I can count . I do wish we were to stop and see a little of the refined society of Boston , '' answered Dora , primly . `` Pooh ! '' said Flo , `` do n't you try to be intellectual , for you are only a wooden-headed doll . I mean to be a real Westerner , and just enjoy myself as I please , without caring what other folks do or think .
XXXXX is no better than the rest of the world , I guess . ''
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