Old man, do you remember the day you first met the little girl who has now gone through half a century by your side? Just as if it was yesterday, you went out to steal some apples, and that stingy old farmer chased you with the rest of the boys; you ran for dear life, over the orchard wall, across the meadow, pell-mell down the bill, and across the old stubble ground. Then you got a nail in your foot; the rest of the boys out-distanced you, but you limped along, with the apples banging and jangling in your blouse. And just as it seemed that the old skin-flint was going to get you, you took that sharp turn in the road, and came upon little, blue-eyed her, standing by the dog-kennel; how quick she was to help you stuff yourself into that kennel, and when your pursuer came along she told him innocently that you had just run by, up that way. That act earned her the biggest, reddest and juiciest apple of all you stole and, say, old man, just dry that tear, now; fifty years have passed ...
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