“Those who have set ’em and watched ’em sprout,” said I.
She flung the peel into the fire, laughing a short laugh, and went on with her work.
Mrs. Saxton leaned over to her daughter and said softly, so that he should not hear, that George was pulling the flesh out of the raisins.
“George!” said Emily sharply, “You’re leaving nothing but the husks.”
He too was angry:
“‘And he would fain fill his belly with the husks that the swine did eat.’” he said quietly, taking a handful of the fruit he had picked and putting some in his mouth. Emily snatched away the basin:
“It is too bad!” she said.
“Here,” said Lettie, handing him an apple she had peeled. “You may have an apple, greedy boy.”
He took it and looked at it. Then a malicious smile twinkled round his eyes,—as he said:
“If you give me the apple, to whom will you give the peel?”