"The cook has been speaking of you to me.

My name is La Fleur." Mike, who had struck his axe into a log, touched his flattened hat.
"Yes, mum," he said; "Mr.Griffing has been tellin' me that.

Are you lookin' for any of the folks ?" "Oh no, no," said La Fleur; "I am just walking about to see a little of this beautiful place.

You don't mind that, do you, Michael?
You keep everything in such nice order.

I haven't seen your garden, but I know it is a fine one, because I saw some of the vegetables that came out of it." Mike grinned.