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I would go myself, but it is better she should recognize you as her master, and I am in as much danger as you are, anyway. She may try to hook you, of course, but you must keep waving the stick, die brandishing, Prophet, that's the idea! She may turn and run for me, in which case I shall run too; but I shall die running, and the minister can bury us under our favorite sweet-apple tree!"
The farmyard people always spoke of it as "the" wind-storm, because not even the Blind Horse, who had lived on the farm longer than any of his neighbors, could remember anything like it. "I recall one time," he said, "when a sweet-apple tree was blown down in the fall. The Hogs found it and ate all the fruit before the farmer knew that it was down. You should have heard them grunt over it.
She was not strong on desserts, but she could always fall back on the ominy poo meaning in a general way the big sweet-apple tree that grew by the barn and was loaded to the breaking-point with delicious fruit.
All outings were a joy to them, no matter how often they came. Martha was neat and rosy and gay. Lucien Thurbyfil wanted to help her by wiping the dishes, but she sent him out to the sweet-apple tree with a basket, enjoining him to bring only the mellow ones. "Be sure to get enough. We're all going, father and mother and all." "It's very nice of your people to make room for me on the wagon."
Any baked apple is good, but a big, cold, baked sweet-apple "punkin sweets," Westbury called them with cold cream, plenty of it, and a sprinkle of sugar, is about the most blithesome thing in the world. Hurrah for the ominy poo! whether it be the tree, or the fruit, baked or in dumplings. When the strawberry passed and was not, the ominy poo reigned gloriously.
Also I am skilled in piping, as none other of the Cyclopes here, and of thee, my love, my sweet-apple, and of myself too I sing, many a time, deep in the night. And for thee I tend eleven fawns, all crescent-browed, and four young whelps of the bear. Nay, come thou to me, and thou shalt lack nothing that now thou hast.
She led him out to the sweet-apple tree, and introduced him to the calf and the bantams, and invited him to go with them nutting the next day. "We're all going in a great, big picnic wagon. Everybody's going and we'll have just lots of fun." And he accepted, provided she would sit beside him all the way. Bobby decided at this point that he also would befriend the young man.
"And it's nice of you to go." "I see Peter Junior. He's coming," shouted Bobby, from the top of the sweet-apple tree. "Who does he go with?" asked Martha. "With us. He always does," said Betty. "I wonder why his mother and the Elder never go out for any fun, the way you and father do!" "The Elder always has to be at the bank, I suppose," said Mary Ballard, "and she wouldn't go without him.
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