"three what?" i asked.

　　"peach stones", he replied. "i've always wanted to make peach stones grow, even since i was a child, when i used to take them home after a party, or as a man after a banquet. and i used to plant them, and then forgot where i planted them. but now at last i have done it, and, what's more, i had only three stones, and there you are, one, two, three shoots," he counted.

　　and sir henry ran off, calling for his wife to come and see his achievement-his achievement of simplicity.