“So it has. How would you like me to come and rout about in your garden?”
“Dunno. Come and try.”
“Well, I would ha’ put in that row o’ beans straight if I did.”
“Straight enough, Natty; it’s your eyes are crooked. Come back to stop?”
“No; going back to furren abroad.”
“Then what’s the good of my master building up the house again?”
“What? Did he?”
“Ay; came and see me doing up your garden as it had never been done up before, and went away and ordered in the workpeople.”
“Hum!” said Nat.
“Ha!” said Samson.