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the taste, and could not be induced to try another.
"We have got some olives in the garden at your service, Donald," said Hugh Lindsay. "That's another Scripture fruit, ye ken. Oil that makes a man's face to shine comes from the Olive."
"Na, na," said Donald, "I'll try nae experiments in things I'm not acquaint wi'. The apples and pears I ken weel, and as for the grapes they're just a sort of grozets, but I have nae broo o' figs and olives an' what ye ca' pomegranates; though there's Scripture warrant they were good enough for Hebrews, that's na reason why they should agree wi' Christians."
"I suppose the figs are as new to you," said Allan, addressing Amy, "and I suppose you do not like them."
"Oh! I like them very much, but I cannot eat anything. I used to eat figs in Madeira," said Amy.
"Did you stop there on the voyage?" asked Allan.
"No; I was there two years ago for some time," said Amy.
"They make first-rate wine there," said Hugh Lindsay; "did you see the vineyards or how the wine was made?"