"But I get awful tired watchin' flowers an' flowers an' flowers,"
she said impatiently.
"They're might pretty," observed Cap'n Bill.
"I know; and if a person could come and look at the Magic Flower
just when she felt like it, it would be a fine thing, but to HAVE TO
stand and watch it, whether you want to or not, isn't so much fun. I wish,
Cap'n Bill, the thing would grow fruit for a while instead of flowers."
Scarcely had she spoken when the white balls with crimson spots
faded away and a lot of beautiful ripe peaches took their place. With
a cry of mingled surprise and delight Trot reached out and plucked a
peach from the bush and began to eat it, finding it delicious. Cap'n
Bill was somewhat dazed at the girl's wish being granted so quickly,
so before he could pick a peach they had faded away and bananas took
their place. "Grab one, Cap'n!" exclaimed Trot, and even while eating the
peach she seized a banana with her other hand and tore it from the bush.
The old sailor was still bewildered. He put out a hand indeed, but he was
too late, for now the bananas disappeared and lemons took their place.
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