"We will take him for our gardener."
Père Ledrux returned, still humming.
"Are you looking at my garden?"
"Yes; it's extremely well kept."
"Oh! it'll be much prettier when the orange trees are put out; but it's too early yet."
"Aren't you afraid for the pomegranates and laurels?"
"Oh, no! we shan't have any more hard frosts, and they ain't so delicate."
"You have some very fine espaliers."
"Well! that's because they're well looked out for; but they have to be. Trees, you see, are just exactly like people; if we didn't give 'em a bit of a touch-up now and then, what would we look like?"
They left the garden, crossed one broad street, then another bordered by garden walls.