I looks up, and that was how I got acquainted with Martha.

She was eating one herself, setting up in the tree like a boy.

In her lap was a book she had been reading.

She was leaning back into the fork two limbs made so as not to tumble.
"Well," I says, "can I have one ?" "You've eaten it already," she says, "so there isn't any use begging for it now." I seen she was a tease, that girl, and I would of give anything to of been able to tease her right back agin.

But I couldn't think of nothing to say, so I jest stands there kind o' dumb like, thinking what a dern purty girl she was, and thinking how dumb I must look, and I felt my face getting red.