But Doris did not see how it could . It took every cent of her small salary as typewriter in an uptown office to run their tiny establishment and keep Penelope in school dresses and books . Indeed , she could not have done even that much if they had not owned their little cottage . Next year it would be easier if Penelope got through her examinations successfully , but just now there was absolutely not a spare penny . `` It is hard to be poor . We are a pair of misfits , '' said Doris , with a patient little smile , thinking of Penelope 's uncultivated talent for music and her own housewifely gifts , which had small chance of flowering out in her business life . Doris dreamed of pretty dresses all that night and thought about them all the next day . So , it must be confessed , did Penelope , though she would not have admitted it for the world . When Doris reached home the next evening , she found Penelope hovering over a bulky parcel on the sitting-room table . `` I 'm so glad you 've come , '' she said with an exaggerated gasp of relief . `` I really do n't think my curiosity could have borne the strain for another five minutes . The expressman brought this parcel an hour ago , and there 's a letter for you from Aunt Adella on the clock shelf , and I think they belong to each other . Hurry up and find out . Dorrie , darling , what if it should be a -- a -- present of some sort or other ! '' `` I suppose it ca n't be anything else , '' smiled Doris . She knew that Penelope had started out to say `` a new dress . '' She cut the strings and removed the wrappings . Both girls stared . `` Is it -- it is n't -- yes , it is ! Doris Hunter , I believe it 's an old quilt ! ''
Doris unfolded the odd present XXXXX a queer feeling of disappointment .
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