“Just down there,” said Vane; and they reached it directly after, but there were no signs of the gipsies, and Vane said nothing about them then, feeling that he must have been mistaken about their intentions, which could only have been to beg.
Chapter Fifteen.
Two Busy Days.
It is curious to study the different things which please boys.
Anything less likely to form a fortnight’s amusement for a lad than the iron-pipes, crooks, bends, elbows, syphons and boiler delivered by waggon from the nearest railway, it would be hard to conceive. But to Vane they were a source of endless delight, and it thoroughly puzzled him to find Bruff, the gardener, muttering and grumbling about their weight.
“It arn’t gardener’s work, sir, that’s why I grumbled,” said the man. “My work’s flowers and vegetables and sech. I arn’t used to such jobs as that.”
“Why, what difference does it make?” cried Vane.
“A deal, sir. Don’t seem respectful to a man whose dooty’s flowers and vegetables and sech, to set him hauling and heaving a lot o’ iron-pipes just got down for your pranks.”