If you'll pardon me for saying so, it gives the place an awfully unkempt look.

If--" Her gay laugh broke in on his somewhat hesitant criticism.
"Say that to any Floridian," she mocked, "and he'll save you the trouble of looking for work by getting you admitted to the nearest asylum.

Why Milo fosters those weeds and fertilizes them and even warns the men not to trample them in walking here.

If you should begin your work for Milo by hoeing out any of these weeds he'd have to buy weed-seeds and sow them all over again.

He--" "Then there's a market for this sort of stuff ?" he asked, stooping to inspect with interest a spray of smelly ragweed.
"I didn't know--" "No," she corrected.