"Well, as I was pretty much used up by my exertions, he proposed we should go into the vicarage garden and help ourselves to fruit.

The greengages were ripe and so were the mulberries, and you bet I did not need pressing." "Mrs.Finch saw us from the porch room, and sent us out some cider and home-make cake, so we had a rattling good feed.

David said he was in a loafing mood, and would not hear of my hurrying away." "Mr.Carlyon does not seem overworked," remarked Malcolm; but he regretted his speech when he saw Elizabeth's heightened colour.
"Thursday is a slack day with him," she said rather gravely.

"I assure you he works harder than most clergymen, and is very conscientious and painstaking.

He is not at all strong, but he never spares himself." "My hasty speech meant nothing," returned Malcolm smiling.