Ecila—No.
Frank—Is it sour?
Ecila—Why, no. It’s—just orangy tasting.
(The children taste theirs, gingerly, then Frank throws his, and Derf scrambles to get it.)
Frank—(indignantly) Do you call pepper orangy tasting?
Knarf—Aren’t they like yours?
Alice—Why, no. They’re hot with pepper.
Ecila—I don’t know what pepper is, but oranges here always taste like that. They’re good, I think.
Alice—Then you may have mine (passes it.) Oh, Frank, don’t swing her by one leg, like that!
Frank—(holding doll out and looking at it.) Well, what do I want of the thing? And if we can’t swap—