Betwixt you and me, sir, they
wasn't up to much, nohow, the coat being tightish, sir - tightish -
and the trousis uncommon short in the leg for a man o' my hinches,
sir."
"Nevertheless," said I, "a coat's a coat, and a pair of trousers
are indubitably a pair of trousers, and nothing can alter the fact;
so if you will send me in a bill some time I shall be glad."
"Very good, Mr. Brent, sir." Saying which Peter touched his hat
and turning, drove away.
"Now," I said as I rejoined Lisbeth and the Imp, "I shall be glad
if you will tell me how long it should take for my garden to look
fair enough to welcome you?"
"Oh, well, it depends upon the gardener, and the weather, and - and
heaps of things," she answered, flashing her dimple at me,
"On the contrary," I retorted, shaking my head, "it depends
altogether upon the whim of the most beautiful, tempting - "
"Supposing," sighed Lisbeth, "supposing we talk of fish!"
"You haven't been fishing lately, Uncle Dick," put in the Imp.
"I've had no cause to," I answered; "you see, I am guilty of such
things only when life assumes a grey monotony of hue and everything
is a flat, dreary desolation.
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