The friendship of Achilles Alexandrakis, a Greek immigrant, and Betty Harris, daughter of a Chicago millionaire, begins by chance when one day Betty attempts to find her way home alone from her music lesson, and wanders into Alexandrakis' fruit stand on Clark Street.
it would be. I knew it would be!"
There was silence in the room.
"Thank you for telling me," said Betty Harris. "Now I must go." She slipped from the chair with a little sigh. She stood looking about the dim shop. "Now I must go," she repeated, wistfully.
Achilles moved a step toward the shelf. "Yes--but wait--I will show you." He reached up to the box and took it down lightly. "I show you." He was removing the cover.
The child leaned forward with shining eyes.
A smile came into the dark, grave face looking into the box. "Ah, he has blossomed--for you." He held it out to her.
She took it in shy fingers, bending to it. "It is beautiful," she said, softly. "Yes--beautiful!"
The dark wings, with shadings of gold and tender blue, lifted themselves a little, waiting.
The child looked up. "May I touch it?" she asked.
"Yes-- But why not?"
The dark head was bent close to hers, watching the wonderful wings.
Slowly Betty Harris put out a finge
Left on her own by accident, 12-year-old Chicago heiress Betty Harris wanders into Achilles Alexandrakis' Clark Street fruit shop. She's the first American to ask him about the Parthenon and his native Athens. He's charmed; she's fascinated; and the two become fast friends.
That premise could have led to a lovely story, but instead degenerates into a disjointed and unlikely crime tale.