'Undoubtedly. But, anyhow, if we made it _every_ time you opened your lips, you would soon ruin me in precious stones, that's plain! No, I think we had better say that the jewels shall only drop when you are saying something you wish to be particularly improving--how will that do?' 'Very nicely indeed, ma'am, thank you,' said Priscilla, 'because, you see, it comes to just the same thing.' 'Ah, well, try to be as economical of your good things as you can--remember that in these hard times a poor old fairy's riches are not as inexhaustible as they used to be.' 'And jewels really will drop out?' 'Whenever they are wanted to "point a moral and adorn a tale,"' said the old woman (who, for a fairy, was particularly well-read). 'There, run along home, do, and scatter your pearls before your relations.' It need scarcely be said that Priscilla was only too willing to obey; she ran all the way home with a light heart, eager to exhibit her wonderful gift. 'How surprised they will be!' she was thinking. 'If it had been Betty, instead of me, I suppose she would have come back talking toads! It would have been a good lesson for her--but still, toads are nasty things, and it would have been rather unpleasant for the rest of us. I think I won't tell Betty _where_ I met the fairy.' She came in and took her place demurely at the family luncheon, which was the children's dinner; they were all seated already, including her father, who had got through most of his writing in the course of the morning. 'Now make haste and eat your dinner, Priscilla,' said her mother, 'or it will be quite cold.' 'I always let it get a little cold, mother,' replied the good little girl, 'so that I mayn't come to think too much about eating, you know.' As she uttered this remark, she felt a jewel producing itself in some mysterious way from the tip of her tongue, and saw it fall with a clatter into her plate. 'I'll pretend not to notice anything,' she thought. 'Hullo!' exclaimed Alick, pausing in the act of mastication, 'I say--_Prissie_!' 'If you ask mother, I'm sure she will tell you that it is most ill-mannered to speak with your mouth full,' said Priscilla, her speech greatly impeded by an immense emerald. 'I like that!' exclaimed her rude brother; 'who's speaking with their mouth full _now_?' '"_Their_" is not grammar, dear,' was Priscilla's only reply to this taunt, as she delicately ejected a pearl, 'you should say _her_ mouth full.' For Priscilla's grammar was as good as her principles. 'But really, Priscilla, dear,' said her mother, who felt some embarrassment at so novel an experience as being obliged to find fault with her little daughter, 'you should not eat sweets just before dinner, and--and couldn't you get rid of them in some other manner?' 'Sweets!' cried Priscilla, considerably annoyed at being so misunderstood, 'they are not _sweets,_ mother. Look!' And she offered to submit one for inspection.