"Yes, please," Bruno said, quite pacified. "Only I wish I could think of something to vex her more than this. You don't know how hard it is to make her ang'y!"
"Now listen to me, Bruno, and I'll teach you quite a splendid kind of revenge!"
"Something that'll vex her finely?" Bruno asked with gleaming eyes.
"Something that'll vex her finely. First, we'll get up all the weeds in her garden. See, there are a good many at this end—quite hiding the flowers."
"But that wont vex her," said Bruno, looking rather puzzled.
"After that," I said, without noticing the remark, "we'll water the highest bed—up here. You see it's getting quite dry and dusty."
Bruno looked at me inquisitively, but he said nothing this time.
"Then, after that," I went on, "the walks want sweeping a bit; and I think you might cut down that tall nettle; it's so close to the garden that it's quite in the way—"
"What are you talking about?" Bruno impatiently interrupted me. "All that wont vex her a bit!"
"Wont it?" I said, innocently. "Then, after that, suppose we put in some of these colored pebbles—just to mark the divisions between the different kinds of flowers, you know. That'll have a very pretty effect."