This is one of those enchanting -- and enchanted -- stories that couldn't possibly happen but that it would be fun to think could happen. Mrs. Arris was one of London's charwomen. Her one outlet for a love of beauty and color lay in flowers. That is until she saw two Dior frocks, belonging to one of ""her ladies"". And then she found she had a goal in life. Winning a football pool brought the astronomical sum into the realm of possibility, but it took another two years of scrimping to accumulate the rest. And then she went to Paris -- and to Dior's. How she achieved her goal and brought some other dreams into reality is the story. You should read it for yourself. Here is another ""small miracle"" of a different sort. Even the disaster at the end seemed of a piece with the whole not too impossible, impossible tale.