It's a spot to find out the merits of; little by little, and a new'un every day.
There's a serpentining walk up each of the mounds, that gives you the yard and neighbourhood changing every moment.

When you get to the top, there's a view of the neighbouring premises, not to be surpassed.

The premises of Mrs Boffin's late father (Canine Provision Trade), you look down into, as if they was your own.

And the top of the High Mound is crowned with a lattice-work Arbour, in which, if you don't read out loud many a book in the summer, ay, and as a friend, drop many a time into poetry too, it shan't be my fault.

Now, what'll you read on ?' 'Thank you, sir,' returned Wegg, as if there were nothing new in his reading at all.