"Git 'em, Carats? Look there! And that 'un is your'n, Carats; and you can have both of 'em if you want 'em, for I don't feel hungry now, Carats," and here he hitches up his pants, and wipes his nose on his sleeve. "Why, Stumps, don't you feel hungry now?" Then suddenly beholding two upheld ruddy peaches, she catches her breath, and says: "Oh, oh!" and she starts back and throws up her hands. "Oh, the pretty, pretty peaches!" "Here, take 'em both, Carrie--I ain't hungry now." "No, I don't want but one, Stumps--one 's enough. Why, how you tore your pants; and your shin 's a bleeding, too. Why, poor Stumps!" Stumps, looking back, cries: "Shoo! Thar war a dog--yes, thar war a dog! And what do you think! Shoo! I thought I heard somethin' a comin'. Carats, old Miss Logan, the Injun woman, seed me!" "Why, Stumps! No?" "Yes, she did. When I clim' the fence, and slid down that sapling in the yard, there she laid on the porch on her shuck-bed a-shaking with the ager. And, Carats, she was a-looking right straight at me--yes, she was; so help me, she was." "Why, Stumps; and what did she do! Didn't she holler, and say 'Seek 'em, Bose?'" "Carats, she didn't; and that's what's the matter--and that's why I don't want to eat any peaches, Carats. Carats, I wish she had--I do, I do, so help me. Let's not eat 'em--let's take 'em back--Carrie, sister Carrie, let's take 'em back." Carrie thoughtfully and tenderly gazes in his face. "Let's take 'em to old Forty-nine, Johnny. There ain't nothing he can eat, you know; an' then he's been a-shakin' since melon-time,--an' Johnny, I don't think we are very good to him, anyhow." Stumps, scratching his bleeding shin with his foot, exclaims: "I've barked my shin, and I've tore'd my pants, an' I don't care! But I won't take him a peach that I've stoled. Why, what would he think, Carats? He'd die dead, he would, if he thought I'd stoled them peaches from the poor old sick Injun woman; yes he would, Carats." "Johnny, I'll tell him we found 'em," as Stumps looks doubtingly at her, "tell him we found 'em in a tree, Stumps. Yes tell him we found 'em away up in the top of a cedar tree." "But I don't want to tell no lie, nor do nothin' bad no more, and I want to go home, I do." "Well, Stumps--Johnny, brother Johnny, what will we do with them? We can't stand here all day. I want to go home, too. Oh, this hateful, hateful peach! I want to go right off!" and the girl, hiding her face in her hands, begins to weep. "Oh, sister Carrie--sister, don't, don't; sister, don't, don't!" "Then let's eat 'em." "I don't like peaches." "I don't like peaches either!" cries Carrie, throwing back her hair, wiping her eyes, and trying to be bright and cheerful. "I never could eat peaches. I like pine-nuts, and cowcumbers, and tomatuses, and--pine-nuts. Oh, I'm very fond of pine-nuts. I like pine-nuts roasted, and tomatuses, an' I like chestnuts raw, an' tomatuses. Don't you like pine-nuts and tomatuses, Johnny, and cowcumbers."