Two lovers were taking a walk along a country road. The day was fine,
the sun was shining and a good breeze was blowing across the hills and
fields. The young man was of an idealistic temperament and of good
poetic taste, but the young lady was quite matter-of-fact and altogether
practical, their differing dispositions being illustrated by their
conversation by the way. They had paused in their walk and sat down to
rest a while under the outspreading branches of an apple-tree laden with
green fruit.
"Ah, my dear," said he as he looked around, "how grand and glorious all
this is--the bright day, the glorious sunlight, the wind blowing fresh
and full, and the limbs of this grand old tree moaning a sweet and
tuneful melody in response to it all----"
"Yes," interrupted she, "I guess you'd be groaning, too, if you were as
full of green apples as that old apple-tree is!"