Those are
limes. Don't pick 'em, for they'd pucker up your mouth and--Ooo! here
come plums!" and she tucked her apple in her apron pocket and captured
three plums--each one almost as big as an egg--before they disappeared.
Cap'n Bill got some too, but both were too hungry to fast any longer,
so they began eating their apples and plums and let the magic bush
bear all sorts of fruits, one after another. The Cap'n stopped once
to pick a fine cantaloupe, which he held under his arm, and Trot,
having finished her plums, got a handful of cherries and an orange;
but when almost every sort of fruit had appeared on the bush, the crop
ceased and only flowers, as before, bloomed upon it.
"I wonder why it changed back," mused Trot, who was not worried
because she had enough fruit to satisfy her hunger.
"Well, you only wished it would bear fruit 'for a while,'" said the
sailor, "and it did. P'raps if you'd said 'forever,' Trot, it would
have always been fruit."
"But why should MY wish be obeyed?" asked the girl. "I'm not a
fairy or a wizard or any kind of a magic-maker."
"I guess," replied Cap'n Bill, "that this little island is a magic
island, and any folks on it can tell the bush what to produce, an'
it'll produce it.
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