Let us return to our fruit-sellers. One day the brother – his name is Geronimo – strikes lucky: he finds a new orange grove adorned with ripe fruit that falls to the soft ground when he shakes the trees. He rapidly fills several baskets with oranges and brings them to his sister Ursulina by the roadside. But today is not so fortunate for Ursulina: there have been few passing motorists and sales are poor. She looks at all the oranges and declares that they have no chance of selling them before sunset. ‘Never mind,’ says Geronimo, ‘We'll hide the baskets in the bushes and sell them tomorrow. That means that I probably won't have to pick any at all in the morning, so instead I'll make that new stall that you wanted to replace the old one that's falling to bits.’