Then, as day after day you resort to the hole, and, removing the straw
and earth from the opening, thrust your arm into the fragrant pit, you
have a better chance than ever before to become acquainted with your
favorites by the sense of touch. How you feel for them, reaching to
the right and left! Now you have got a Tolman sweet; you imagine you
can feel that single meridian line that divides it into two
hemispheres. Now a greening fills your hand, you feel its fine quality
beneath its rough coat. Now you have hooked a swaar, you recognize
its full face; now a Vandevere or a King rolls down from the apex
above, and you bag it at once. When you were a school-boy you stowed
these away in your pockets and ate them along the road and at recess,
and again at noon time; and they, in a measure, corrected the effects
of the cake and pie with which your indulgent mother filled your
lunch-basket.
The boy is indeed the true apple-eater, and is not to be questioned how
he came by the fruit with which his pockets are filled. It belongs to
him.
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