While they were looking, two feelers poked out from the cavity. They were attached to a kind of brown knob-head, which followed the feelers, and then two large legs took a strong grip on the edge of the cavity and hoisted some of the rest of whatever it was out of the seed, and stopped there a moment, as if to look around.

　　The man studied the seed dweller(居民), and so, of course, did the girl.

　　The creature paused only a fraction of a second, and then continued to come out of the seed, to walk down the eaten side of the peach to wherever it was going.

　　The girl had never seen anything like it—a whole big thing made out of brown color, a knob-head, feelers, and a great many legs. It was very active too. Almost businesslike, you might say. The man placed the peach back on the plate. The creature moved off the peach onto the surface of the white plate. There it came to a thoughtful stop.

　　"Who is it?" the girl said.

　　"Gaston."

　　"Where does he live?"

　　"Well, he used to live in this peach seed, but now that the peach has been harvested and sold, and I have eaten half of it, it looks as if he's out of house and home."

　　"Aren't you going to squash him?"

　　"No, of course not, why should I?"

　　"He is a bug. He is ugh."

　　"Not at all. He is Gaston the grand boulevardier."

　　"Everybody hollers when a bug comes out of an apple, but you don't holler or anything."

　　"Of course not. How should we like it if somebody hollered every time we came out of our house?"

　　"Why would they?"

　　"Precisely. So why should we holler at Gaston?"

　　"He is not the same as us."

　　"Well, not exactly, but he's the same as a lot of other occupants of peach seeds. Now, the poor fellow hasn't got a home, and there he is with all that pure design and handsome form, and nowhere to go."