But I had taken his arm.
"Then do it by degrees. The Young Man suggests a peep-hole through the hedge. Will that satisfy you?"
"Well, may I have this gravel path up and make a border here?"
"What! more borders? However will you and Griggs manage those you have already?"
"Perhaps if I have this I won't poach any more on the kitchen garden."
His Reverence looked at the gravel path critically. "I don't see that we need this path very much, but it means a lot of work to take away this gravel and bring in good mould. It is no use having a bad border while you are about it. Who is to do it?"
"Griggs and—and help," I answered boldly, "and you shall direct."
"And you won't resign?"
"I will think better of my decision."
"And I may keep my holly hedge?"