Farewel, my dear mother, I will write as soon as I arrive at the country-seat.
LETTER VII.
William to his Mother.
Here we are at the country-seat, dear mother. What a fine house! what a pretty garden! There are a number of trees I never saw before.
Charles has a little garden, which he manages entirely himself. He plants and sows seeds according to his own mind. As soon as we were rested, he ran to his garden, and what do you think he did? he is certainly a good boy, he gave half a guinea to the gardener, who had taken care of it in his absence. The man receives constant wages from his father; but he has six children, and Charles is compassionate. Surely it was well done; yet Edward found fault. I will tell you all; oh! I recollect something; Lady Grandison bid me write our conventions in the manner of a dialogue, and not always to be using the phrase, he said and she said. Edward saw the gardener receive the half guinea, and he ran to Charles.
EDWARD.
Are you foolish, Charles, that you give so much money to that man? My uncle pays him very well for his work.
CHARLES.
That is true; but see how neat my garden is, it deserves a reward. Besides, he is a poor man, who has many children; and I used to climb up his knees when I was a child.
EDWARD.
Very well; but I say again, he has more than what belongs to him. Dare you tell my uncle what you have done?