I'm going to begin this very minute, Kathleen." And he descended the terrace steps, entered the garden, and, seating himself under a rose-tree, spread out his paraphernalia and began a delicate and cautious burrowing process in the sun-dried soil.
"Fame is hidden under humble things," observed Geraldine with a resolute effort at lightness.

"That excellent brother of mine may yet discover it in the garden dirt." "Dirt breeds roses," said Kathleen.

"Oh, look, dear, how earnest he is about it.

What a boy he is, after all! So serious and intent, and so touchingly confident!" Geraldine nodded listlessly, considering her brother's evolutions with his trowel and weeder where he lay flat on his stomach, absorbed in his investigations.
"Why does he get so grubby ?" she said.

"All his coat-pockets are permanently out of shape.