"Hey, hey! how this little fellow grows," he added, taking Oscar by the ear.
"He has finished school, and he regretted so much that his dear uncle was not present at the distribution of the Henri IV.

prizes, at which he was named.

The name of Husson, which, let us hope, he will bear worthily, was proclaimed--" "The deuce it was!" exclaimed the little old man, stopping short.

Madame Clapart, Oscar, and he were walking along a terrace flanked by oranges, myrtles, and pomegranates.

"And what did he get ?" "The fourth rank in philosophy," replied the mother proudly.
"Oh! oh!" cried uncle Cardot, "the rascal has a good deal to do to make up for lost time; for the fourth rank in philosophy, well, _it isn't Peru_, you know! You will stay and breakfast with me ?" he added.
"We are at your orders," replied Madame Clapart.