“I won’t help you—George, because I don’t like to feel my fingers so sticky, and because I love to see you so domesticated.”
“You’ll enjoy the sight a long time, then, for these things are numberless.”
“You should eat one now and then—I always do.”
“If I ate one I should eat the lot.”
“Then you may give me your one.”
He passed her a handful without speaking.
“That is too many, your mother is looking. Let me just finish this apple. There, I’ve not broken the peel!”
She stood up, holding up a long curling strip of peel.
“How many times must I swing it, Mrs. Saxton?”
“Three times—but it’s not All Hallows’ Eve.”