"Nor I," said Cil.
"Is it as pretty as this at grandma's?" asked Gabrielle.
"It's a thousand times prettier," replied Mr. Heath. "Have you never been there in the summer?"
"No; only at Christmas, and at aunty Maud's funeral."
"Oh! then you have a great pleasure before you. Have you all had gardens?"
"No, no, indeed!"
"You boys must have some at once."
"To dig in ourselves? How jolly!"
"Would you like to see my workshop?" asked their uncle.
Wouldn't they, though? Any thing to work off their steam! Taking twenty steps when one only was needed, they scampered at his heels, and arrived, breathless, at a small room in which was a carpenter's bench in perfect order, a turning-lathe, and other objects, as new to the boys as Paradise was to Adam.