After luncheon it was her custom now to carry a dishful of water to its apparently arid roots, and she rose to fulfil her self-imposed task.
"Let me help you," said Jenks.

"I am not very busy this afternoon." "No, thank you.

I simply won't allow you to touch that shrub.

The dear thing looks quite glad to see me.

It drinks up the water as greedily as a thirsty animal." "Even a cabbage has a heart, Miss Deane." She laughed merrily.