"I'm rather like that myself," I said. "However I'll exercise self-restraint. Here you are: Packthread, Pastime, Pin—there's a lot about Pin—Plash. Got it! It means 'to bend down and interweave the branches or twigs of.'"
"Now," she said, "we know what Mr. Bradish wants."
"He's a very arbitrary man," I said. "How can he expect Harry Penruddock to bend down and interweave the branches or twigs of?"
"Anyway, Harry's got to do it, whether he understands it or not."
"Yes," I said, "borough surveyors take no denials. And now that you've had your lesson in English, you can go and see the cook."
"Half a mo'," she said; "I'm acquiring a lot of useful information about 'Plaster.' I never knew—"
"Hurry up," I said, "or we shan't get any lunch."
R.C.L.