“Yes; it is really serious this time,” agreed Carrados. “I want a hole a yard across, digging here. May we proceed?”
Elsie remembered the words of her uncle’s letter—or what she imagined to be his letter—and possibly the preamble of selecting the spot had impressed her.
“Yes, I suppose so. Unless,” she added hopefully, “the turnip bed will do instead? They are not sown yet.”
“I am afraid that nowhere else in the garden will do,” replied Carrados.
Bellmark delineated the space and began to dig. After clearing to about a foot deep he paused.
“About deep enough, Mr Carrados?” he inquired.
“Oh, dear no,” replied the blind man.
“I am two feet down,” presently reported the digger.
“Deeper!” was the uncompromising response.
Another six inches were added and Bellmark stopped to rest.