"A shower?" repeated Glanedale. "Oh! yes, I remember, it was just about twelve o'clock; it only lasted about ten minutes."
"I'll think things over," said Malcolm Sage, and Glanedale, taking the hint, strolled off towards the house.
Malcolm Sage walked over to where an old man was trimming a hedge.
"Could you lend me a trowel for half an hour?" he enquired.
"No, dang it, I can't," growled the old fellow. "I ain't a-going to lend no more trowels or anything else."
"Why?" enquired Malcolm Sage.
"There's my best trowel gone out of the tool-house," he grumbled, "and I ain't a-going to lend no others."
"How did it go?"
"How should I know?" he complained. "Walked out, I suppose, same as trowels is always doin'."
"When did you miss it?"