They wandered on.
"Now, just look at those black grapes!" she said.

"They make your mouth water.

I've wanted some of those for years, but I s'll have to wait a bit before I get them." Then she rejoiced in the florists, standing in the doorway sniffing.
"Oh! oh! Isn't it simply lovely!" Paul saw, in the darkness of the shop, an elegant young lady in black peering over the counter curiously.
"They're looking at you," he said, trying to draw his mother away.
"But what is it ?" she exclaimed, refusing to be moved.
"Stocks!" he answered, sniffing hastily.

"Look, there's a tubful." "So there is--red and white.

But really, I never knew stocks to smell like it!" And, to his great relief, she moved out of the doorway, but only to stand in front of the window.
"Paul!" she cried to him, who was trying to get out of sight of the elegant young lady in black--the shop-girl.