It's his birthday! He gets extra apples.

It's so beautiful. It is all just beautiful.

The good stuff is on the body. The fibers on the neck and leg are not fine, but they are perfect to be made into felt for hats. It also dyes better, making it perfect for hats.

And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there is now only a ruined chimney rising our of a grassy and weed-grown cellar? They offer their fruit to every wayfarer--apples that are bitter-sweet with the moral of times vicissitude.

there are always a few bad apples.

There's plenty of boys that will come hankering and gruvvelling around when you've got an apple, and beg the core off you; but when they're got one, and you beg for the core, and remind them how you give them a core one time, they take a mouth at you, and say thank you 'most to death, but there ain't a-going to be no core.