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His stories prepared the soil in them at any rate. They felt him digging all round them. He began forthwith: "Once, very long ago " "How long?" "So long ago that the chalk cliffs of England still lay beneath the sea " "Was Aunt Emily alive then?" "Or Weeden?"

Led by the Tramp, Uncle Felix and Stumper following slowly in the rear, they moved forward in a group. Weeden might have seen something. They would ask him. John WEEDEN the children always saw his surname in capitals was probably the most competent Head Gardener of his age, or of any other age: he supplied the household with fruit and vegetables without grumbling or making excuses.

Not even a broken arm or a dangerous fever will wipe off old scores. Wallop rather enjoyed going through the catalogue of my debts. "Then there's Tucker, the pastrycook, wants half-a-sov. at the very least, and Weeden, the tobacconist, a florin for mild cigarettes, and " "Yes, yes," I said; "I know all about it, and I'm going to pay them all."

The absence of surprise the children knew had now become a characteristic everybody shared. All were in the same state together. The whole day flowed, there were no limitations or conditions, least of all surprise. Even WEEDEN had forgotten hedges and artificial boundaries. No one, therefore, ejaculated nor exclaimed when they ran across the Policeman.

Horton asked for celery, he would intimate "I'll have a look." When Daddy enquired how the asparagus was doing, he obtained for reply, "Won't you come and see it for yourself, sir?" Upon Mother's anxious enquiry if there would be enough strawberries for the School Treat, WEEDEN stated "It's been a grand year for the berries, mum." Then, just when she felt relieved, he added, "on the 'ole."

Uncle Felix glanced at Stumper; Stumper glanced down at the end of his "wooden" leg; the Tramp still said nothing, smiling in his beard, now combed out much smoother than before. "It comes to this," said Weeden, "my way of thinkin' at least." He scratched wisdom from another corner of his head.

During the rains of the 26th, Washington himself rode down nearly to the British front, and Greene and Weeden, reconnoitring carefully, had selected the high ground of Iron Hill, near the British lines on Gray's Hill, as a strong position.

Judy, however, knew. She suddenly understood what the Tramp meant by "deep." She also knew now why Stumper, WEEDEN, Uncle Felix too, looked at him so strangely, with wonder, with respect, with love. Something about the Tramp explained each one to himself. Each one found himself. And she without realising it before, had acquired this power too, though only in a small degree as yet.

Weeden, of whom I have great esteem, to deliver the letter he hath from me to the Secretary of State, a copy whereof is here enclosed, if your Excellency doth not think fit that the same be signified to the Court both ways.

"Oh, I say, Weeden, how do you know? Do tell me. I won't say a word, I promise." But the Head Gardener kept his one eye the other was of glass upon the spout of his watering-can, and answered in a voice that issued from his boots "Because to-morrow's Sunday, Master Tim, unless something 'appens to prevent it."