I told him I'd teach him without that, but he said he 'liked things square and fair,' and Mr.Wood said I was to let him; so he comes up after work-hours one night and I teach him, and then he comes up the next evening and works in the garden.

It's very jolly, because now I can plot things out my own way, and do them without hurting my back.

I'm going to clear all the old rose-bushes out of the shady border.

The trees are so big now, it's so shady that the roses never come to anything but blight, and I mean to make a fernery there instead.

Bob says there's a little wood belonging to Lord Beckwith that the trustees have cut down completely, and it's going to be ploughed up.
They're stubbing up the stumps now, and we can have as many as we like for the carting away.