They are very good to remember the old woman--my grand-nephews--I shall to-morrow be seventy-five, Madame." "Seventy-five!" repeated grandmother.

"Ah, well, Marie, I am not so very far behind you, though it seems as if I were growing younger lately--does it not ?--with my little girls and my boy beside me.

You must come up to see us to-morrow that we may give you our good wishes.

Thank you for the beautiful apples.

Some day you must tell the children the history of your apple-tree, Marie." Marie's old face got quite red with pleasure.