The Apple Dumpling

Apple-dumpling day was a red one in my boy's calendar. When I had such a dainty bit in my bag it seldom stayed there many minutes. Although I had dispatched a hearty breakfast before starting, out would come tho dumpling. "Just to have a look at it and see if it is as big as mother generally makes them," I would say to myself. Then I would turn it about flnd admire its size. From handling the dainty to tasting it was a sure process. "I'll have one Httle bite, only a nibble," I would say. When I had got my tooth into that dumpling Adam with his apple wasn't in it; it was a ase of once bitten soon gone. Then I would hurry on to make up for my dawdling, with only the hunch of baroy bread in my wallet, the joys of the flumpling behind me, and before me the day's drudgery, with perhaps a thrashlng thrown in. - Joseph Aren; the Story of His Life.