"Chloe, what are they going to do?" said Mrs. Verulam anxiously in Mr. Minnidick's attic. "What are those horrid-looking weapons for? And why is the Duke so angry?"
"I expect Mr. Bush is going to show them how he gardens," said Chloe. "They will see Boswell in a moment. He's just eating a stock. Oh, how shall I manage to change my trousers before Huskinson sees me?"
"But people don't garden on a lawn, do they?"
"Oh yes, anywhere."
"Well, but what's the Duke doing now? He's measuring the ground with a pocket-handkerchief."
"Oh, that's for drillings, I expect."
"Drillings! But they're none of them in the army."
"I mean making drills for sowing."
"Would a Duke sow in summer?"