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Updated: May 8, 2025
"No," said the captain shortly. "We can talk better when we get ashore, James," he added to the mate. "Ver' good 'otel, Cap'n; ver' cheap" coaxed Johnny Cos. "You want fruit, Cap'n: mango, banan', coconut, orange, grenadeel, yes? I geeve you da card, Cap'n ver' cheap!" "That'll do," said the captain. "I don't want anything. Get a move on this boat o' yours, will you?"
Away scampered Meg's brood of children, assorted sizes, yet one and all with a longing for "banan' cheap!" and sure that no amount of coaxing would give them a share in the savory breakfast which the two toiling women had provided for Glory. Left comfortably free from crowding, Meg bustled about, removing from the small oven the belated "steak an' 'taties" which had long been drying there.
Nice fruit!" said the man, who was an Italian. "Very nice good fruit and cheap." "No, we don't want any fruit now," said Mrs. Bunker. "I want my little girl." "Lil' girl? Lil' girl!" exclaimed the Italian. "No got lil' girls. Only got fruit, banan', orange, apple! You want to buy? Good nice fruit cheap!" "No, I want Margy!" cried Mrs. Bunker. "Where is she?" asked Mr.
'Tain't none your breakfasts, ye hear? It's Goober Glory's an' you all, the half-dozen on ye, best clear out way beyant th' Elbow an' watch out fer the banan' man! If he comes to the Lane, ma's got a good wash on hand, an' who knows?"
Finally she answered brokenly: "I ain'd sit by no vinder for yoost a jessnut maan." This was her way of stimulating his ambition. "Ahaha!" he cried. "You don' know? I'm goin' buy beeg stan'! Candy! Peanut! Banan'! Make some-a-time four dollar a day! 'Tis a greata countra! Bimaby git a store! Ride a buggy! Smoke a cigar! You play piano! Vote a Republican!" "Toby!" "Tis true!"
"But you can't take it," said Daddy Bunker. "The kittie must stay here. It belongs to the fruit stand. It's your cat, isn't it?" he asked the Italian. "My keeten? No. I have no keeten. I sell banan', orange, apple! You buy some I give you keetie. Me no want!" "No, and we don't want it, either," said Mrs. Bunker.
He was hard man, not so ver bad, but ver poor. Then I have a cart and sell fruit, banan, orange, apple, in de street, four year. After that I have fruit stand on Tremont Street three year. I do ver well, and have five fruit stands; and now I buy apples to send to Genoa and Messina." "But Tomaso, where's little Tomaso?" grandmother Ruth exclaimed. Emilio's face saddened.
"Will you be good to him, Pedro?" asked the housewife, for she hated to think of the bear's having any but considerate treatment. "Y-e-a-r-r lady," replied Pedro. "I feed heem much sugar, much peanut and much banan. He good bar, I keep heem careful and good." So Pedro finally left a part of the contents of one of his packs in exchange for the bear, and went upon his way with a lighter pack.
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