And this is one of the finest I've ever seen." He did not dream then that he should remember an apple tree his whole life, that an apple tree, and one apple tree in particular, should always call to his mind a tremendous event, losing nothing of its intensity and vividness with the passing years.

But all that was in the future, and when he joined his comrades on the ground he made good work with the biggest and finest apple he could find.
"Early apples," he said, looking up at the tree.

"It's not the end of July yet." "But good apples, glorious apples, anyhow," said Pennington, taking another.

"Besides, it's fine and cool like autumn." "It won't stay," said Dick.

"We've got the whole of August coming.
Virginia is like Kentucky.