The girl examined each of the peaches on the big plate.

　　"They're all shut," she said.

　　"Well, eat one, then."

　　"No. I want the same kind that you ate, with somebody in the seed."

　　"Well, to tell you the truth, the peach I ate would be considered a bad peach, so of course stores don't like to sell them. I was sold that one by mistake, most likely. And so now Gaston is without a home, and we've got six perfect peaches to eat."

　　"I don't want a perfect peach. I want a peach with people."

　　"Well, I'll go out and see if I can find one."

　　"Where will I go?"

　　"You'll go with me, unless you'd rather stay. I'll only be five minutes ."

　　"If the phone rings, what shall I say?"

　　"I don't think it'll ring, but if it does, say hello and see who it is."

　　"If it is my mother, what shall I say?"

　　"Tell her I've gone to get you a bad peach, and anything else you want to tell her."

　　"If she wants me to go back, what shall I say?"

　　"Say yes if you want to go back."

　　"Do you want me to?"

　　"Of course not, but the important thing is what you want, not what I want."

　　"Why is that the important thing?"

　　"Because I want you to be where you want to be."

　　"I want to be here."

　　"I'll be right back."

　　He put on socks and shoes, and a jacket, and went out. She watched Gaston trying to find out what to do next. Gaston wandered around the plate, but everything seemed wrong and he didn't know what to do or where to go.

　　The telephone rang and her mother said she was sending the chauffeur to pick her up because there was a little party for somebody's daughter who was also six, and then tomorrow they would fly back to New York.