100 FIVE ACRES TOO MUCH. 



plans, anticipating his surprise and pleasure, and laid 

 them proudly before him. He gazed a moment, and 

 exclaimed, &quot; What is all this ?&quot; Not a little amused 

 with his perplexity, I explained the design, and point 

 ed out its advantages. He kept his eyes on it in a 

 dazed sort of way, and then blurted out, &quot; You have 

 twice as much w^alk as you have bed.&quot; 



&quot;Not quite not quite,&quot; I responded; &quot;but still 

 that is quite a feature ; they will be attractive, cov 

 ered with white gravel.&quot; 



&quot; White gravel ! What is that for ?&quot; he exclaimed. 

 &quot; Nonsense ; your walks will be overrun with weeds, 

 and you will have enough to do to keep them out of 

 your beds. I ll fix your garden for you, now I know 

 where you want it.&quot; 



Before I could protest, he rushed away, taking my 

 plans with him, as though they were of no value 

 whatever, with that wretched conceit which charac 

 terizes your practical man, not even waiting to hear 

 a full explanation of my views, and evidently not ap 

 preciating them. He set his men to work next day 

 without so much as consulting me. 



Leaving Weeville s men hard at work with plow 

 and harrow over the practical portion of the under 

 taking, I set to work with &quot; Bridgeman s Assistant,&quot; 

 and soon learned how to trench and make drills 



