There, after various
comments on our growths and states of health, Catalina would be conducted
by her grandmother to her room to rest after the tiresome journey, while
Justina would carry off Teresa to the kitchen, and the rest of us would
hurry to the orchard where grandfather with a vigorous hand would shake
down the apples and pears into our outstretched aprons. Those were ecstatic
moments when we could bury our teeth in the newly-fallen fruit. Soon father
would cry, "That's enough! That's enough! There'll be nothing left for
anybody else!" But grandfather continuing to shake down more fruit would
answer with his great gruff voice, "First come, first served! Besides, look
over there to the right! There are thousands of apples that we haven't even
touched!"
Soon after this there would appear in a cloud of dust, the carriages of our
uncles August and Edward with their families from Havre and Paris, carrying
all sorts of bundles mixed up with the children and nurses.
In the doorway of the garden would be our grandmother waiting to welcome
everybody, her numerous grandchildren clambering about her and embracing
her affectionately, each one fighting for the first kiss.
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