Sometimes a gardener or bailiff would ask for two or three dozen rose or fruit trees.

"There is no use," he would exclaim impatiently, "in two dozen of anything.

My good man, you should count in hundreds and thousands, not dozens.

That is the only way to produce any effect or to make any profit." Another of his theories was that people who dwelt in or near towns never had sufficient fresh air.

During one of our morning rides I remember his stopping a telegraph-boy, and asking him where he lived.