Her head appeared among the young currant-bushes.
"Come here!" she cried.
"What for ?" he answered.
"Come and see." She had been looking at the buds on the currant trees.

Paul went up.
"To think," she said, "that here I might never have seen them!" Her son went to her side.

Under the fence, in a little bed, was a ravel of poor grassy leaves, such as come from very immature bulbs, and three scyllas in bloom.

Mrs.Morel pointed to the deep blue flowers.
"Now, just see those!" she exclaimed.

"I was looking at the currant bushes, when, thinks I to myself, 'There's something very blue; is it a bit of sugar-bag ?' and there, behold you! Sugar-bag! Three glories of the snow, and such beauties! But where on earth did they come from ?" "I don't know," said Paul.
"Well, that's a marvel, now! I THOUGHT I knew every weed and blade in this garden.