"By ourselves, Sir?—My Father may or may not be at Home; we are unlikely to have any one else; and I am sure your Plan will be a very delightful one to ourselves."
"Very well; we will wait till the Time comes, then, to see if it be convenient. You are all well this Morning, I hope? Your Mother, and Sister, and Mrs. Gatty?"
"All well, I kindly thank you, Sir.—I hear myself called ... I believe I am wanted in the Shop."
I made use of the first spare Moment, to run and place the Foot-stool and Cushion under the Elms, and then returned to my Post behind the Counter. In the course of the Afternoon, enters Mr. Caryl, who salutes me with easy Urbanity.
"Good Morning, Ma'am," says he; "pray, is Mr. Fenwick within?"
"I believe, Sir, he is sitting under the Elms in our little Pleasure-Ground," said I; "I will show you the Way."
"There's no Need; I know it already," says he. "Pray, don't trouble yourself."
However, I knew what were Manners.