‘Nothing! It’s an apple! I can see it. Now listen Tom. Those apples are not for you, and I’
‘Oh Aunt Polly! Quick-look behind you!’
So Aunt Polly looked. and Tom was out of the house in a second. She laughed quietly. ‘I never learn. I love that Tom, my dead sister’s child, but he isn’t an easy boy for an old lady. Well, it’s Saturday tomorrow and there’s no school. But it isn’t going to be a holiday for Tom. Oh no! He’s going to work tomorrow!’