“He walked off before any one could say a word; Bill Chambers dropped ’is pipe and smashed it, Henery Walker sat staring after ’im with ’is mouth wide open, and Sam Jones, who was always one to take advantage, drank ’is own beer under the firm belief that it was Joe’s.
“‘I shall take care that Mrs. Pawlett ’ears o’ this,’ ses Henery, at last.
“‘And be asked wot you dug your garden up for,’ ses Joe, ‘and ’ave to explain that you broke your promise to George. Why, she’d talk at us for years and years.’
“‘And parson ’ud preach a sermon about it,’ ses Sam; ‘where’s your sense, Henery?’
“‘We should be the larfing-stock for miles round,’ ses Bill Chambers. ‘If anybody wants to know, I dug my garden up to enrich the soil for next year, and also to give some other chap a chance of the prize.’
“Peter Smith ’as always been a unfortunit man; he’s got the name for it. He was just ’aving another drink as Bill said that, and this time we all thought ’e’d gorn. He did hisself.
“Mrs. Pawlett and the parson came ’ome next day, an’ ’er voice got that squeaky with surprise it was painful to listen to her. All the chaps stuck to the tale that they’d dug their garden up to give the others a chance, and Henery Walker, ’e went further and said it was owing to a sermon on unselfishness wot the curate ’ad preached three weeks afore. He ’ad a nice little red-covered ’ymn-book the next day with ‘From a friend’ wrote in it.
“All things considered, Mrs. Pawlett was for doing away with the Flower Show that year and giving two prizes next year instead, but one or two other chaps, encouraged by Bob’s example, ’ad given in their names too, and they said it wouldn’t be fair to their wives. All the gardens but one was worse than Bob’s, they not having started till later than wot ’e did, and not being able to get their geraniums from ’is florist. The only better garden was Ralph Thomson’s, who lived next door to ’im, but two nights afore the Flower Show ’is pig got walking in its sleep. Ralph said it was a mystery to ’im ‘ow the pig could ha’ got out; it must ha’ put its foot through a hole too small for it, and turned the button of its door, and then climbed over a four-foot fence. He told Bob ’e wished the pig could speak, but Bob said that that was sinful and unchristian of ’im, and that most likely if it could, it would only call ’im a lot o’ bad names, and ask ’im why he didn’t feed it properly.
“There was quite a crowd on Flower Show day following the judges. First of all, to Bill Chambers’s astonishment and surprise, they went to ’is place and stood on the ’eaps in ’is garden judging ’em, while Bill peeped at ’em through the kitchen winder ’arf-crazy. They went to every garden in the place, until one of the young ladies got tired of it, and asked Mrs. Pawlett whether they was there to judge cottage gardens or earthquakes.
“Everybody ’eld their breaths that evening in the school room when Mrs. Pawlett got up on the platform and took a slip of paper from one of the judges. She stood a moment waiting for silence, and then ’eld up her ’and to stop what she thought was clapping at the back, but which was two or three wimmen who ’ad ’ad to take their crying babies out trying to quiet ’em in the porch. Then Mrs. Pawlett put ’er glasses on her nose and just read out, short and sweet, that the prize of three sovereigns and a metal teapot for the best-kept cottage garden ’ad been won by Mr. Robert Pretty.