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"Roses and lilies in her cheeks eh?" said Scatterly. "Her lips are as red as carnations, and her eyes as blue as larkspurs," said the gardener. "I'm glad you like your new mistress; now go to work, Tom." "I beg pardon, Mr. Scatterly; but I called to see you on business." "Well out with it." "Do you remember any thing about saluting the bride?" "I remember I paid the customary homage to Mrs.
"You're not seriously offended at the innocent liberty I took?" "Yes I be," said Tom. "Well, if you view it in that light," answered Scatterly, "I shall feel bound to make you reparation. You shall have a kiss from my bride, when I'm married." "That you never will be." "I must confess," said Scatterly, laughing, "the prospect of repayment seems rather distant. But who knows what will happen?
"This fellow has preferred a demand against me," said Scatterly. "A legal demand," said the gardener, sturdily; "and here's the dokiment." "Give it to me," said the old maid aunt. Tom handed her the paper with an air of triumph. "Am I right?" said he.
"O, nothing, Tom, but asserting my rights! I was only saluting the bride." "Against my will, Tommy," said the poor bride, blushing like a peony, and wiping the offended cheek with her checked apron. "And I'll make you pay dear for it, if there's law in the land," said Tom. "Poh, poh! don't make a fool of yourself," said Scatterly. "I don't mean to," answered the gardener, dryly.
She spoke a few words to him, inquired about his wife, his flowers, &c., and then turned away with the aunt, as if to terminate the interview. But Tom could not take his eyes off her, and he stood, gaping and admiring, and every now and then passing the back of his hand across his lips. "What do you think of my choice, Tom?" asked Scatterly, confidentially. "O, splendiferous!" said the gardener.
"Perfectly, young man," replied Miss Verjuice; "only, when my nephew married, I assumed all his debts; and I am now ready myself to pay your claim." "Fairly trapped, by Jupiter!" exclaimed Scatterly, in an ecstasy of delight.
The parties in the case were Mrs. Phebe Mayflower, the newly-married wife of honest Tom Mayflower, gardener to Mr. Augustus Scatterly, and that young gentleman himself. Augustus was a good-hearted, rattle-brained spendthrift, who had employed the two or three years which had elapsed since his majority in "making ducks and drakes" of the pretty little fortune left him by his defunct sire.
Mayflower, the other party interested in the case, differed from him in opinion, and the young landlord kissed her in spite of herself. But she was not without a champion, for at the precise moment when Scatterly placed his audacious lips in contact with the blooming cheek of Mrs. M., Tom entered the garden and beheld the outrage. "What are you doing of, Mr. Scatterly?" he roared.
"Stop, stop!" cried the unhappy gardener, recoiling from the withered face, bearded lip, and sharp nose of the ancient spinster; "I relinquish my claim I'll write a receipt in full." "No, sir," said Scatterly; "you pressed me for payment this moment and you shall take your pay, or I discharge you from my employ." "I am ready," said the spinster, meekly.
"Julia," said Augustus, carelessly, to his young bride, "this is my gardener, come to pay his respects to you honest Tom Mayflower, a very worthy fellow, I assure you." Mrs. Scatterly nodded condescendingly to the gardener who gazed upon her with the open eyes of admiration.
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