i8o THE GARDEN, YOU, AND I 



take me back to Kathy. If I could strike a port just 

 right, Hiven might get me home between times in a 

 cattle boat. 



"I'm that well risted now I could do good work if I 

 had full feed, maybe till Michaelmas. Hiven rest ye, 

 sor, but have ye ever a job o' garden work now on yer 

 estate, sor, that would kape me until I got the bit to 

 cross to Kathy?" 



As Bart hesitated, I burst forth, "Have you ever 

 tended flowers, Larry?" 



" Flowers, me leddy ? that's what I did fer his River- 

 ence, indoors and out, and dressed them fer the shows, 

 mem, and not few's the prize money we took. His River- 

 ence, he called a rose for Kathy, that is to say Kathleen ; 

 'twas that big 'twould hide yer face. Flowers, is it? 

 Well, I don't know!" 



Bart, meanwhile, had made a plan, telling Larry that 

 he would draw a cup of tea and give him something to 

 eat, while he thought the matter over. He soon had 

 the poor fellow wrapped in an old blanket and snoring 

 comfortably in the straw, while, as the rain had stopped 

 and dawn began to show the outlines of Opal Farm, 

 Bart suggested that I had best go indoors and finish 

 my broken sleep, while he had a chance to scrutinize 

 Larry by daylight before committing himself. 



