CHAPTER 25When Hubert awoke, there was a curious smell in the room. It was not unpleasant, but it was hard to place. He decided it could be some kind of fruit. He looked around in his room and -- voila! -- found a large bag filled with apples on his table. They were red-speckled, rather small. Aunt Frieda, the good soul! She must have tiptoed into his room while he was asleep. But how could she think he could eat so many of them? At the rate of an apple a day, the bag would last him till Christmas. God no, by Christmas he wanted to be back home! There was no way he could keep that whole bag.
But then he saw the rest. Next to the bag with the apples lay two knives on a cutting board: a sharp knife to quarter and core the apples and a peeling knife to do the rest. On the floor beneath his d
