'No, Miss Esther, not at this time. Sarah has set her mind that she must have boiled greens for dinner; and her will must be done. And here is the article—not boiled yet, however.'
He stopped and stooped, and with a sharp knife cut a bunch of stout-looking leaves growing in the grass; then made a step to another bunch, a yard off, and then to another.
'What are they, Christopher?'
'Just dandelions, Miss Esther. Leontodon taraxacum.'
'Dandelions! But the flowers are not out yet.'
'No, Miss Esther. If they was out, Sarah might whistle for her greens.'
'Why? You could tell better where they are.'
'They wouldn't be worth the finding, though.'
Christopher went on busily cutting. He did not seem to need the yellow blossoms to guide him.
'How can you be sure, Christopher, that you are always getting the right ones?'