I haven't caught a glimpse of one.

Not even its shadow." Lloyd held up a handful.

"I found them in several places, thick as hops." "Which goes to show," he insisted, "that the song, 'If you work, if you wait, you will find the place,' is all a delusion and a snare.

You all have worked, and Eugenia and I have waited, and only you, who are 'bawn lucky,' have found any.

It's pure luck." "No," interrupted Miles Bradford, "you can't call strolling around a shady orchard with a pretty girl work, and the song does correspond with the legend.