"Handsome?"

　　"Gaston is just about the handsomest of his kind I've ever seen."

　　"What's he saying?"

　　"Well, he's a little confused. Now, inside that house of his he had everything in order. Bed here, porch there, and so forth."

　　"Show me."

　　The man picked up the peach, leaving Gaston entirely alone on the white plate. He removed the peeling and ate the rest of the peach.

　　"Nobody else I know would do that," the girl said. "They'd throw it away."

　　"I can't imagine why. It's a perfect good peach."

　　He opened the seed and placed the two sides not far from Gaston. The girl studied the open halves.

　　"Is that where he lives?"

　　"It's where he used to live. Gaston is out in the world and on his own now. You can see for yourself how comfortable he was in there. He had everything."

　　"Now what has he got?"

　　"Not very much, I'm afraid."

　　"What's he going to do?"

　　"What are we going to do?"

　　"Well, we're not going to squash him, that's one thing we're not going to do," the girl said.

　　"What are we going to do, then?"

　　"Put him back?"

　　"Oh, that house is finished."

　　"Well, he can't live in our house, can he?"

　　"Not happily."

　　"Can he live in our house at all?"

　　"Well, he could try, I suppose. Don't you want to eat a peach?"

　　"Only if it's a peach with somebody in the seed. "

　　"Well, see if you can find a peach that has an opening at the top, because if you can, that'll be a peach in which you're likeliest to find somebody."