"That was me!" he added, looking out at us, through the half-opened door, as we stood waiting in the road. And that's what I'd have done——as sure as potatoes aren't radishes——if she hadn't have tooken herself off! But I always loves my pay-rints like anything."

"Who are oor pay-rints?" said Bruno.

"Them as pay rint for me, a course! " the Gardener replied. "You can come in now, if you like."

He flung the door open as he spoke, and we got out, a little dazzled and stupefied (at least I