I was divided between joy and reproof.
"How kind of her! But you should not have bothered her. How nice to have such big, ready-grown plants! But why did you do it?"
"Mayn't I help the garden to grow? My mother promises more in the autumn; it appears flowers like to move just before winter."
"It is kind of you. This border is such a weight on my mind. It needs so much, I think. And what a lot the hamper holds!"
"Let me do the dirty work," cried the Young Man, as I hauled out a big root. "You shall tell me where to plant them."
"The earth isn't dirty, it is beautifully, healthily clean; and don't you love its 'most excellent cordial smell'? Shall I get Griggs and a spade?"
"Oh, why bother Griggs? Won't I do as well? I know nearly as much and am twice as willing."
"Yes, but think of—"
"Don't say parish. There is only old Mrs Gunnet and she will keep. These plants demand immediate attention. My mother was most emphatic about that."