After she was far away she looked back and saw a pigeon resting on the shoulder of the statue.
When they had been walking some time, said Honey-bee, “I am thirsty.”
“So am I,” George replied, “but the river is far behind us, and I see neither brook nor fountain.”
“The sun is so hot that he has drunk them all up. What shall we do?”
So they talked and lamented when they saw a peasant woman approach who carried a basket of fruit.
“Cherries!” cried George. “How unlucky: I have no money to buy any.”
“I have money,” said Honey-Bee.
She pulled out of her pocket a little purse in which were five pieces of gold.
“Good woman,” she said to the peasant, “will you give me as many cherries as my frock will hold?”
And she raised her little skirt with her two hands. The woman threw in two or three handfuls of cherries. With one hand Honey-Bee held the uplifted skirt and with the other she offered the woman a gold piece.