It was legitimate, wasn't it?
I gave Sam one big red apple, for I knew he would rather have it, to give to his Nora, the waiter girl, than the best horse and saddle on the range.

The rest--behold them! Tell me, do you know how to make a pie ?" "Ned," said Battersleigh, looking at him with an injured air, "do you suppose I've campaigned all me life and not learned the simplest form of cookin'?
Pie?
Why, man, I'll lay you a half section of land to a saddle blanket I'll make ye the best pie that ever ye set eye upon in all your life.

Pie, indeed, is it ?" "Well," said Franklin, "you take some risks, but we'll chance it.

Go ahead.

We'll just save out two or three apples for immediate consumption, and not put all our eggs in one basket." "Wisely spoken, me boy," said Battersleigh.