“I am sure they must be ripe. I have eaten just such apples as those in New York in the summer. Will you be so kind as to get me one?”
“They are not ripe, I tell you,” answered Katy, impatiently. “I have known the tree for ever so many years, and I know just as well as any thing can be that they are not ripe.”
“But won’t you be kind enough to get me one of them?” persisted Miss Josephine.
“If you want one you may get it yourself,” said Katy.
“How very rude you are!” replied Josephine.
“Rude?” sneered Katy. “Do you suppose I want to climb over that fence for nothing?”
“It isn’t such a very dreadful thing to climb over that fence.”
“Then why don’t you do it yourself?”
“You are used to things of the kind, and I am not.”
“If you want green apples, that are of no use to any one, you had better get used to climbing fences, for I shall not do it for you any more.”