"There! Now you see how much I know about Florida.

From this distance, their fruits look to me exactly like alligator pears or--" Again, her laugh interrupted him.
"If only you'd happened to look in one or two more government reports at the library," she teased, "you'd know that an avocado and an alligator pear are the same thing." "Anyhow," he boasted, picking up a gold-red fruit at the edge of a smaller grove they were passing, "anyhow, I know what this is, without being told.

I've seen them a hundred times in the New York markets.

This is a tangerine." "In that statement," she made judicial reply, "you've made only two mistakes.

You're improving.