The laugh to find looking for them. They hobble, run, and fly toward her, noisy and grimacing. They hug, kiss, squeeze, and caress her, stretching out dishes and plates and inviting her to look at and taste their luscious . They seductively invite Lizzie to “Bob at our cherries” and “Bite at our peaches,” urging her to “Pluck them and suck them,” but Lizzie, remembering the fate of , does not eat. Instead, she holds out her apron and asks them to fill it with fruit, then tosses them a penny with which to pay.