"And bulbs."
"Oh! Griggs buried them with a vengeance."
"Well, anyway, five pounds at least was—"
"Was wasted, sir; that is what happened to that five pounds. Now, look here."
His Reverence looked.
"Give me that five pounds."
"That particular one?"
"Of course not. Five pounds, and I will see if I can't get some flowers into the garden. Five pounds! Why, my goodness, what a lot of things one ought to get with five pounds. Seeds are so cheap, sixpence a packet I have heard; and then one takes one's own seeds after the first year. Come, sir, five pounds down and every penny shall go on the garden."
"Dear me! but according to you five pounds is a great deal too much. I can't say that it has produced very fine results under Griggs's management; but at sixpence a packet!"