put out her tongue at him.

Martin: (Take care!) I know nothing at all about women.

Jessica: (Why?) Yet you pretend to tell love-stories.

Martin: (Because if you do that I can't answer for the consequences.)
It is only by women's help that I tell them at all.

Jessica: (I'm not afraid of consequences. I'm not afraid of anything.)
Who helped you tell this one?

Martin: (Your courage will have to be tested.) You did.

Jessica: Did I? How?

Martin: Because what you love in an apple-tree is not the leaf or the
flower or the bough or the fruit--it is the apple-tree. Which is all of
the things and everything besides; for it is the roots and the rind and
the sap, it is motion and rest and color and shape and scent, and the
shadows on the earth and the lights in the air--and still I have not
said what the tree is that you love, for thought I should recapitulate
it through the four seasons I should only be telling you those parts,
none of which is what you love in an apple-tree. For no one can love
the part more than the whole till love can be measured in pint-pots.
And who can measure fountains? That's the answer, Mistress Jessica. I
knew you'd have to give it up. (Take care, child, take care!)

Jessica: (I won't take care!). I knew the answer all the time.

Martin: Then you know what your apple-tree has to do with my story.

Jessica: Yes, I suppose so.

Martin: Please tell me.

Jessica: No.

Martin: But I give it up.

Jessica: No.

Martin: That's not fair. People who give it up must always be told, in
triumph if not in pity.

Jessica: I sha'n't tell.

Martin: You don't know.

Jessica: I'll box your ears.

Martin: If you do--!

Jessica: Quarreling's silly.

Martin: Who began it?

Jessica: You did. Men always do.

Martin: Always. What was the beginning of your quarrel with men?

Jessica: They say girls can't throw straight.

Martin: Silly asses! I'd like to see them throw as straight as girls.
Did you ever watch them at it? Men can throw straight in one direction
only--but watch a girl! she'll throw straight all round the compass.
Why, a man will throw straight at the moon and miss it by the eighth of
an inch; but a girl will throw at the sun and hit the moon as straight
as a die. I never saw a girl throw yet without straightway finding some
mark or other.

Jessica: Yes, but you can't convince a man till he's hit.

Martin: Hit him then.

Jessica: It didn't convince him. He said I'd missed.