“Freckles,” says Squint, “I don't believe you put any red pepper into that apple.”
“I did,” says Freckles. “You're a liar!”
“Well,” says Squint, “what become of it, then?”
“That's none of your business, what become of it,” says Freckles. “What's it to you what become of it? How do I know what become of it?”
“Freckles,” says Squint, “I believe you're stuck on teacher.”
“You're a liar!” yells Freckles. And this time he was so mad he hit Squint without further words. They had a beauty of a fight, but finally Freckles got Squint down on the gravel path, and bumped his head up and down in the gravel.
“Now,” says he, “did you see any apple?”
“No,” says Squint, “I didn't see any apple.”
“If you had seen one, would there have been pepper in it?”
“There would have been—le'me up, Freckles.”