Jim had joined me.
"Don't think much of this idea anyhow Mary."
"Don't you know how I meant it to be? Haven't you seen the Park?"
"Can't say I've given it my undivided attention lately. Shall I go and pitch into old Griggs?"
"It would be no good. I must do that."
"That isn't fair, Mary. If I'm to help you I must have some of the fun."
"Jim! It is no fun to me. You can't murder him, and nothing else would be any good. What shall I do with them?"
I looked at my poor little first-fruits. They did look so forlorn and battered. A crocus all alone, separated from its kind by a foot or so, has a most orphaned and cheerless appearance.
"Let's have 'em up," said Jim, the man of action.