Snow White. [Interrupting.] Oh, please don't offer to give me one. I couldn't take it.
The Pieman. Who was offering? I just wanted to ask your opinion.
Snow White. [Contritely.] I beg your pardon. Of course I'll give you my opinion.
The Pieman. You know that old apple tree half a mile back? Do those apples make good pies?
Snow White. I don't know.
The Pieman. They look splendid. Here's one I picked. It's as red and white as your face. If it is a good pie apple, I'll go back and get a sackful.
Snow White. You can't tell from the looks, you know. Some are too sweet and some are too sour.
The Pieman. Well, taste, and we'll compare opinions. You eat the red half and I'll eat the white. [He splits the apple in two, and tosses the
