You shall see my gardens hereabout.

Look at the window there.

I made, and have kept, that plot of ground entirely with my own hands.

By this time next year I shall hardly see the sky, the boughs will have grown so thick.

I have my winter work at night besides.' He opened, as he spoke, a cupboard close to where he sat, and produced some miniature boxes, carved in a homely manner and made of old wood.
'Some gentlefolks who are fond of ancient days, and what belongs to them,' he said, 'like to buy these keepsakes from our church and ruins.
Sometimes, I make them of scraps of oak, that turn up here and there; sometimes of bits of coffins which the vaults have long preserved.