`` Yes , a veritable apple-bearing apple tree , too , here in the very midst of pines and beeches , a mile away from any orchard . I was here one day last spring and found it , all white with blossom . So I resolved I 'd come again in the fall and see if it had been apples . See , it 's loaded . They look good , too -- tawny as russets but with a dusky red cheek . Most wild seedlings are green and uninviting . '' `` I suppose it sprang years ago from some chance-sown seed , '' said Anne dreamily . `` And how it has grown and flourished and held its own here all alone among aliens , the brave determined thing ! '' `` Here 's a fallen tree with a cushion of moss . Sit down , Anne -- it will serve for a woodland throne . I 'll climb for some apples . They all grow high -- the tree had to reach up to the sunlight . '' The apples proved to be delicious . Under the tawny skin was a white , white flesh , faintly veined with red ; and , besides their own proper apple taste , they had a certain wild , delightful tang no orchard-grown apple ever possessed . `` The fatal apple of Eden could n't have had a rarer flavor , '' commented Anne . `` But it 's time we were going home . See , it was twilight three minutes ago and now it 's moonlight . What a pity we could n't have caught the moment of transformation . But such moments never are caught , I suppose . '' `` Let 's go back around the marsh and home by way of Lover 's Lane .
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