"You have no taste." "But it smells so horrible!" cried Mark.
"Bah! Don't think about the smell.

Taste it." He opened another, and handed it to Mark, who, seeing that his father was eating one, proceeded cautiously to taste the evil-smelling object, and found in it so peculiarly grateful a flavour that he tried it again and again, and before he knew what he was about he had finished it.
"Try another, Mark," said the major.

"I learned to eat these at Singapore, where they cultivate them, and they are twice as big, often three times." Mark took another, and sniffed at it, to find when he had done that Billy Widgeon had been looking on with an air of the most profound contempt.
"Haven't you had one, Billy ?" said Mark eagerly.
"Haven't I had one, Mr Mark, sir! No, I haven't; and how people of eddication can go and eat such things as them is more'n I can make out." "You try one," said Mark.

"They're lovely." "Too lovely for me, Mr Mark, sir.

I'm going to have a chew of tobacco!" Mark was so highly pleased with his experiment that he turned to Small, who was seated staring straight before him and listening.
"Try one of these, Mr Small," he said.
Small took the fruit, smelt it, and then jerked it away.
"Don't you try to play larks on them as is older than yourself, young gentleman," he said so sourly that Mark walked away discomfited, and the boatswain went on listening till the sound he had heard increased in violence, and he found that everyone was on the _qui vive_.
"It comes from over the other side of that rocky patch of hill," said the major, pointing.