It was a fruit piece.

Melons, gourds, apples, and green leaves.

The drawing was but so-so, and the color impossibly vivid, still the composition was pleasing from its solidity and richness.

And after all, when one sees it, one cannot but feel that such superfluity is better than meagreness and feebleness.

The larger fruits, especially under the exuberant sappy foliage, were so huge that they might have been grown in the garden of luxury itself, still the whole had a look of reality.