“Beg pardon, sir, have you tasted one? You must have seen ’em hanging here in the trees.”
“Of course I’ve seen them.”
“Yes, sir, and they’re twice as large as ours, with a cover to ’em like a piece of solid door-mat.”
“That’s the outer husk, Ned.”
“Oh, is it, sir? I thought it was something. But you ain’t tasted one?”
“No.”
“Well, sir, it’s hard work to cut them at home with a knife, they’re that hard; as for these here they’re too soft to cut with a spoon. Have one, sir?”
“Oh no, I’m not disposed to eat nuts,” said Jack, laughing.
“But you don’t eat ’em here, sir; it’s more drinking of ’em. Let me get you one, sir.”
“Very well: I do feel as if I could drink something.”