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"Specially if they're sweet ones, and that's what yours are not now." Dexter was not yet armed with all he wanted, for he was off down the kitchen-garden in search of worms. His first idea was to get a spade and dig for himself; but the stern countenance of Dan'l Copestake rose up before him, and set him wondering what would be the consequences if he were to be found turning over some bed.
"Where's old Copestake!" "Gone into the yard over there," said Dexter. "All right. I'll dig you some. Go behind the wall there, by the cucumber frames. Got a pot!" Dexter shook his head. "All right. I'll bring one."
Bless me, I thought he was here!" Smash! Tinkle! The sound of breaking glass, and the doctor leaped to his feet, just as a loud gruff voice sounded "Here, you just come down." "Copestake!" cried the doctor. "Why, what is the matter out there!" Mr Grayson's was the best garden for twenty miles round. The Coleby people said so, and they ought to have known.
For there, in a state of the greatest excitement, were the doctor and Helen, with Peter Cribb, with a clothes-prop to be used for a different purpose now. Further behind was Dan'l Copestake, who came panting up with the longest handled rake just as Dexter was nearing the bank. "Will he be drowned?" whispered Helen, as she held tightly by her father's arm.
"Oh, do stop him," cried Helen. "It will take years to grow up, and this past year it has been delightful, with its sweet-scented blossom and beautiful black berries." So it was with scores of things. Helen wanted to see them growing luxuriantly, Dan'l Copestake loved to hash and chop them into miserably cramped "specimints," as he called them, and the doctor got all the blame. But what a garden!
"D'yer hear? come down!" The Yankee 'coon in the tree, when he saw the celebrated Colonel Crockett taking aim at him, and in full possession of the hunter's reputation as a dead shot, is reported to have said, "Don't shoot; I'll come down;" and the boy might have said something of the kind to Dan'l Copestake.
But George told them nothing less than a partnership would satisfy him; and as they were determined to secure his services they gave it him, and at the age of twenty-three George Moore became junior partner in the famous house of Groucock & Copestake, to which the name of Moore was then added. His fortune was thus early made, and his business life was one continued series of successes.
"Oh, I say, please, sir, don't hit a fellow with a thing like that." "Bah!" ejaculated the doctor, throwing down the prop, which fell on the grass with a loud thud. "Copestake! Peter! take those things away, and send for the glazier to put in those squares. Here, Dexter; this way." The doctor strode away half a dozen steps, and then stopped and gazed down.
"Yes, yes, of course," said the doctor. "Keep still, sir, or you'll cut yourself." "I have cut myself, and it's a-bleeding," said the boy. "Look here, if one of you goes inside this place, and holds up that big long prop, I can put my foot in the fork at the end, and climb up again." "Get a ladder quickly, Copestake, and call the groom."
"Is this true, Copestake!" cried the doctor angrily. "Well, yes, sir; I s'pose it is," said the gardener. "Me and Peter see him a-cuttin' his capers atop o' that wall, and when we told him to come down, he wouldn't, and fell through our vinery." "Who was going to come down when you was hitting at him with that big stick?" said Dexter indignantly.
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