“Toast from the bread-fruit-tree,” I said, “which (as you both remarked simultaneously) bears two and sometimes three crops in a year, and also affords a serviceable gum for the pitching of canoes.”
“I pitched mine best,” said Oliver.
“I pitched mine farthest,” said David.
“And when I had finished my repast,” said I, “you amazed me by handing me a cigar from the tobacco-plant.”
“I handed it,” said Oliver.
“I snicked off the end,” said David.
“And then,” said I, “you gave me a light.”
“Which of us?” they cried together.
“Both of you,” I said. “Never shall I forget my amazement when I saw you get that light by rubbing two sticks together.”
At this they waggled their heads. “You couldn't have done it!” said David.