A traveling salesman who was eating over at another table exclaimed, “I can vouch for that.”
Franklin and I began. They were delicious—fragrant, a luscious product of a rich soil. We ate in silence, and when his was consumed, he observed, eyeing me speculatively, “I believe I could stand another one.”
“Franklin!” I exclaimed reproachfully.
“Yes, I could,” he insisted. “They’re great, don’t you think so?”
“As good as ever I have eaten—better even.”
“That settles it. I’m going to have one more.”
He brought it over and ate it alone, while I sat and talked to him and marveled. Once more, when he was finished, he fixed me with his eye.
“Well, now, how do you feel?” I inquired.
“Fine. You know—you’ll think it’s funny—but I could eat another—a half anyhow.”
“Franklin!” I exclaimed. “This is too much. Two whole melons and now a third!”