There is another up above, but the stair has got harder to climb o' late years, and I never use it.

I'm thinking of taking to it again, next summer, though.' The child wondered how a grey-headed man like him--one of his trade too--could talk of time so easily.

He saw her eyes wandering to the tools that hung upon the wall, and smiled.
'I warrant now,' he said, 'that you think all those are used in making graves.' 'Indeed, I wondered that you wanted so many.' 'And well you might.

I am a gardener.

I dig the ground, and plant things that are to live and grow.