Aaron agreed, and between them they used the long rake, until the bed looked really quite nice and tidy.
“Oh dear,” sighed Loveday, as they put away the tools at last, “I think piskies must get very tired.”
“And hungry, too!” sighed Aaron, who felt famished.
“I am starving,” said Loveday, “but I think it must be nearly breakfast-time.”
“It isn’t five yet, I believe,” said Aaron dolefully; “and breakfast won’t be ready till past seven.”
“More than two hours to wait!” gasped Loveday; “I can’t, I simply can’t. Don’t you think we’ve done enough for one day?” she asked, after a moment’s pause.
“Don’t I!” said Aaron, in a tone which said plainly that on this matter he had no doubt.
Very, very carefully the pair crept out of the kitchen-garden, past the house, and over the pebbled path.
“I wish we had made that part look a little nicer,” said Loveday, glancing with tired, wistful eyes over the desolate bit of ground around the house, “but I s’pose even piskies couldn’t do it all at once, could they?”
“No, not unless there are hundreds of ’em,” said Aaron, “and we’m only two.”