Gotham gave a grunt in unsuccessful imitation of his master's growl.
'H'after'er,' he said. 'Looks more as if she was h'after them— wanting fourteen dresses at once.'
Dingee shewed his teeth from ear to ear.
'You bery wise man, Mas' Gotham!' he said. ' 'Spect now you can tell a feller all about dese yere.' And Dingee threw off the white paper which covered what he carried this time, and displayed to Gotham's astonished eyes a basket full of bouquets.
' 'Spect now dese yere growed in Missee Hazel's own greenhouse,' he said, tauntingly, 'seein' she ain't got none! Shouldn't wonder if dey started up spontanous like, arter de shower. How you tink, Mas' Gotham, hey?'
But Gotham was virtuously indignant.
'Miss 'Azel'll get her head worse turned than it h'is now,' he said.
'Heads does turn, fact,' said Dingee, shaking his own. 'Jes' you watch 'em when de horseback gen'lemen dey goes by, Mas' Gotham, and you'll see de heads turn!'
But Gotham had watched enough already to know there was no mistake about that.
'Well,' he said, 'since h'it's 'ere, h'it's 'ere, and 'll 'ave to stay, no doubt. I'll take it to the library.'