“God! What a night!” and was not a little taken aback when his brother, who had followed, in soft shoes, demanded:
“I beg your pardon?”
Clem recovered himself a little too intensely.
“All these damn stars,” he replied, with a broad gesture.
“H’m!” said Mr. Rendall. Then: “I hope you haven’t been putting ideas into that boy’s head, Clem.”
“They are there already,” came the response. “Take care of them, Robert.”
He jumped into the cab and drove away.
IX
A fall of rain and a little sunshine make a magic difference to a garden bed. The petals of flowers unfold—colours clear and intensify—white buds glisten beneath their tight-drawn casings.
“We can do with a lot of this,” the flowers seemed to say. “Treat us aright and there is no limit to our beauty and fragrance.”