He did so until they were tired. Then he walked round the flower borders and presently picked Estelle a rose.
She thanked him very heartily and told him the names of the blossoms which he did not know.
Job came and talked to them for a time, and Estelle praised the garden, while Abel listened. Then Mr. Legg turned to the boy.
"Holidays round again, young man? I dare say we shall see you sometimes, and, if you like flowers, you can always come in and have a look."
"I don't like flowers," said the boy. "I like fruit."
He went back to the swing and Job asked after Mr. Waldron.
Estelle reminded him that he had promised to come and see her garden some day.
"Be sure I shall, miss," he answered, "but, for the minute, work fastens on me from my rising up to my going down."
"However do you get through it all?"
"Thanks to method. It's summed up in that. Without method, I should be a lost man."