124 MY SUMMER IN A GARDEN. 



tion of the Jews, the education of the 

 ological young men in the West, and 

 the like. 



I do not know that these appearances 

 are deceitful; but I sufficiently know 

 that this is a wicked world, to be glad 

 that I have taken it on shares. In fact, 

 I could not pick the pears alone, not to 

 speak of eating them. When I climb 

 the trees, and throw down the dusky 

 fruit, Polly catches it in her apron ; near 

 ly always, however, letting go when it 

 drops, the fall is so sudden. The sun 

 gets in her face ; and, every time a pear 

 comes down, it is a surprise, like having 

 a tooth out, she says. 



&quot; If I couldn t hold an apron better 

 than that ! &quot; But the sentence is not 

 finished : it is useless to finish that sort 

 of a sentence in this delicious weather. 

 Besides, conversation is dangerous. As, 

 for instance, towards evening I am pre- 



