And when she came promptly, with the flowers in her hand, and their youngest little daughter making sly eyes at the fruit, bothered as he was, he could not help smiling and saying, "Oh, Diana, what is 'v.

b.

c.' ?" "Very black currants, papa!" cried Emily, dancing a long bunch in the air.
"Hush, dear child, you are getting too forward," said her mother, though proud of her quickness.

"James, how should I know what 'v.

b.