"If you＇re going there will be two less here," her host remarked gallantly.
For this extravagant sally his simple visitors had no answer, and they simply looked at each other in decent deprecation; but their confusion was speedily covered by the return of the young girl with two large bunches of roses—one of them all white, the other red.
"I give you your choice, mamman Catherine," said the child. "It＇s only the colour that＇s different, mamman Justine; there are just as many roses in one bunch as in the other."