“How are the peaches getting on?”
Peaches were good for convalescents.
“Very nicely’m. Going to be a good crop, and the apples too. Was among the artichokes’m. Fine crop this year. Never seen ’em so high.”
“What beautiful cabbages, Weston.”
He would eat them, as he could not see flowers.
“Yes’m. Going to be a good crop.”
“Yes; well, good morning, Weston.”
“Good morning’m.”
Into the garden. Pinch was still at the same spot on the border as he had been when she had looked out of her bedroom window. He was too old, but he was a faithful servant.
Yes, his wife was going on as well as was to be hoped. Yes, it was bad weather for the farmers.