Jessica: Mine's hard.

Jane: Mine's bruised.

Jennifer: There's a maggot in mine.

They threw their apples away.

"Who'll buy trinkets?" said the Gypsy at the gate.

"What have you to sell?" asked Joscelyn.

"Knick-knacks and gew-gaws of all sorts. Rings and ribbons, mirrors
and beads, silken shoe-strings and colored lacings, sweetmeats and
scents and gilded pins; silver buckles, belts and bracelets, gay
kerchiefs, spotted ones, striped ones; ivory bobbins, sprigs of
coral, and sea-shells from far places, they'll murmur you secrets o'
nights if you put em under your pillow; here are patterns for
patchwork, and here's a sheet of ballads, and here's a pack of cards
for telling fortunes. What will ye buy? A dream-book, a crystal, a
charmed powder that shall make you see your sweetheart in the dark?"

"Oh!" six voices cried in one.

"Or this other powder shall charm him to love you, if he love you
not?"

"Fie!" exclaimed Joscelyn severely. "We want no love-charms."

"I warrant you!" laughed the Gypsy. "What will ye buy?"