“That, Minerva, is the wintergreen berry. Taste it and tell me what it reminds you of.”
Minerva’s wide mouth enveloped the dainty berry and she crushed it with her tongue. Then she beamed.
“Chewin’ gum,” said she. “Wish I had some.”
“Well, I wasn’t thinking of that, but they do flavor chewing gum with it, I believe. But could you get anything in the city as pretty as that?”
“Yas’m.”
“What, Minerva?”
“Cramberries.”
“Yes, but they don’t grow in the city. Now here’s something that I never noticed before. It says in this book that ‘he who seeks the cool shade of the evergreens on a hot July day is likely to discover the nodding wax-like flowers of this little plant.’ Now let’s see if we can find any. It doesn’t seem likely that the fruit and the blossom would be blooming at the same time.”
“They are, though,” said I. “Found that out when I was a boy. I can never taste wintergreen berries without being reminded of a girl that—”
“Wait, Philip, we’ll be back. I want to see if I can get a flower.”