"Growing over there," and he pointed to the scrubby, sage-green spiky bush.
"Who would have believed it?" Judy's eyes were round and solemn, but the expression in them should have warned Tommy.
"You see there are some things you don't know. I'm going to look for oysters now."
"Oysters—"
"Yes. To eat with our lemons."
"You might find some cracker fruit, and a coffee vine, and maybe there will be a salt and pepper tree somewhere—and Tommy, please discover a Tabasco bush—I never could eat my oysters without Tabasco."
Tommy looked at her wrathfully. "Aw, Judy," he said, with a red face, "you're foolin'—and I think it's mean."
Then a thought struck him, and he examined the lemons carefully.
"You stuck them on that bush," he accused, excitedly. "There are holes in them. You did it to fool me, didn't you, Judy?"
She nodded.