MARCH 19 



was an admirable gardener, but he never succeeded 

 in living on speaking terms with more than one 

 person at a time, his temper being execrable. 

 This is the kind of thing- that went on : 



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Enter the carrier, expectant of orders. Sterculus 

 digging at three yards' distance. 



Sterculus (to the garden boy). " I wants two casts 

 o' pots from DaviesV 



Boy (to carrier}. "He wants two casts o' pots 

 from DaviesV' 



Carrier. " Wha" size o' pots ? " 



Boy (to Sterculus]. " What size o' pots ? " 



Stemdus. " Vorty-eights and twenty- vours. " 



Boy (to carrier]. " Vorty-eights and twenty- vours." 



Carrier. "All right." 



Sterculus (viciously). "It wun't be all right if he 

 breaks 'em." 



Boy (to carrier]. "It wun't be all right if you 

 breaks 'em." 



Carrier (with fury). "I'll break his head if he 

 says I breaks his pots." 



Boy (to Sterculus}. " He'll break your head if 

 you says he breaks your pots." 



Sterculus (sarcastically]. " Let un try." 



Boy (to carrier). "He says, ' You try ' ! " 



Exit carrier in dire wrath. Sterculus being 

 triumphantly emergent from the fray, forgives the 

 carrier and sets up an antagonism with the cook. 



This sort of thing was rather droll at first, but 

 very soon the inconveniences attaching to it made 

 the amusement pall, and after several warnings our 

 quarrelsome friend was requested to leave us ; and 

 presently our own original Sterculus discovered that 



