They naturally inferred that these bundles
contained most of the earthly possessions of their noisy
passengers.
"How is it, Jim!" called another of the men. "Isn't it about time
we had breakfast?"
"That's right," spoke up another. "I'm hungry, too. Seems to me I
would like one o' them grape fruits."
"Grape fruits? You don't know what they be," retorted Jim.
"You tell us what they be," responded the man, unabashed by the
rebuke of the leader.
"Don't you know?" retorted Jim scornfully. "Why grape fruit's the
stuff that grows on grape vines."
"Get out!" said the other one. "I guess I know enough about the
country to know that grapes grow on grape vines."
"In course they do," acknowledged Jim, "but this isn't grapes,
this is grape FRUIT. It takes a special vine to grow it."
"Does it grow right on the vine?"
"In course it does. What do you think, it grows under the ground
like tomatoes?"
"Tomatoes don't grow under the ground," spoke up another of the
party. "It's potatoes that grow under the ground."
"It's all one," retorted Jim glibly. "Potatoes and tomatoes. I
knew one grew in the air and the other grew in the ground."
"What about the grape fruits, Jim?" demanded the first speaker.
"Well, they grow on the vines. They are just like big yeller
grapes. Many 's a time out on my country estate I have climbed
the ladder and picked 'em from the vines that grow so high they
hid the sight of the street from the piazzy of my bungaloo.
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