He pointed to a low cottage covered with a large wisteria, and built almost in the middle of the great fruit and vegetable garden, while between it and the great yew hedge lay the range of glass houses.
“You can find your way?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, feeling damped again by his cold manner. “Are you going?”
“Yes, now.”
“Shall I fetch my box, sir?”
“No; I told Tom to take it to the cottage. You would like to look round and see where you’ll work? Don’t want to begin to-night, eh?”
“Yes, sir, I’m ready, if you like,” I said.
“Humph!” he ejaculated. “Well, perhaps we’ll go and look at the fires by and by. You’re my apprentice now, you know.”
“Am I, sir?”
“Yes; didn’t Brother Ezra tell you?”