Apricots had long been abundant, and had passed away, and plums and cherries along with them.

But now came great, juicy pears, melting and delicious, and peaches of goodly size and tempting aspect, though cold and watery to the palate, compared with the sculptor's rich reminiscences of that fruit in America.

The purple figs had already enjoyed their day, and the white ones were luscious now.

The contadini (who, by this time, knew Kenyon well) found many clusters of ripe grapes for him, in every little globe of which was included a fragrant draught of the sunny Monte Beni wine.
Unexpectedly, in a nook close by the farmhouse, he happened upon a spot where the vintage had actually commenced.

A great heap of early ripened grapes had been gathered, and thrown into a mighty tub.