"John," said Henry, "is gone to clean the pig-sty."
The lady's-maid drew up her lip, and looked disgusted.
"Faugh!" said she, "I shall not think of troubling him to cull the flowers."
"Shall I get some for grandmamma?" asked Henry.
She thanked him for his politeness, and accepted his offer.
The little boy walked before her to where there was a bit of raised ground covered with rose-bushes.
"There, ma'am," he said, "you can gather any you like."
"Upon my word, Master Fairchild, you are uncommon polite," she said; "I shall tell our people at home what a handsome genteel young gentleman you are. They will be so desirous to know all about you—and not at all high and proud neither, though you have such great prospects."
"What do you mean by great prospects, ma'am?" asked Henry; "I do not understand you."
"That is your humility, Master Fairchild," said the maid; "to be sure, this place is but small, and I wonder how you could have managed in it so long, but it is neat and very genteel; yet, when you have seen The Grove, you will think nothing of this little box here."