"I think there are soon no more weeds in Sir Scraper's garden." "Oh, yes!" cried John, straightening himself again, and leaning on his trusty hoe.

"There'll be just as many--I beg your pardon! Good morning! I hope you are well; it is a very fine day.

There'll be just as many of them to-morrow, or next day, certainly.

I make believe they are the British, you see, and I've been fighting all the morning, and I do think they are pretty well licked by this time; but they don't stay licked, the British don't.

I like them for that, don't you?
Even though it is a bother to go on fighting all the days of one's life." "I also have noticed that of the British!" the Skipper said, nodding gravely.