'Well, eat it then,' said the boy—'they're very nice—as good as can be,' and he smacked his lips at the recollection.
But Poppy had rolled her apple up in her pinafore, and did not seem inclined to begin to eat it.
'Whatever are you keeping it for?' said Jack, in rather a disappointed voice.
'Jack,' said Poppy, stopping short, and looking up in his face, 'is it for my very own?'
'Why, yes, Poppy—of course.'
'To do just whatever I like with it?'
'Why, yes, of course,' said Jack again.
'Then I shall give it to my grandmother,' said Poppy; 'she's come to-day, and she's ever so good to us; and God sent her, and she's cleaned the house beautiful. I shall give it to my grandmother, Jack.'
'All right,' he said; 'only I'd like you to have just one bite yourself, Poppy, to see how good it is.'
He was quite satisfied when Poppy promised to ask her grandmother to give her the last bite; and the little girl hastened home, feeling very happy, and picturing out to herself what a great treat that big apple would be to the old woman.