My boys are helping set it to rights; but if you don't mind, I'd like you to stay on at my beastly hut until this--this business takes a turn.

Plenty of time." He nodded at the fat little orange trees.

"We may live to take our chow under those yet, of an evening.

Also a drink.

Eh ?" The lantern skipped before them across the garden, through a penitential courtyard, and under a vaulted way to the main door and the road.