He had no intention of earthing up the potatoes.

Digging is hard work, not to be lightly undertaken on a hot afternoon.

Meldon watched him out of sight, and then turned to Callaghan.
"I'm speaking confidentially to you," he said, "and I hope that nothing I say will--" "Take care," said Callaghan, "that you wouldn't wake herself, talking so loud and all." Meldon looked at Miss King.
"She seems pretty sound," he said, speaking more softly.
"It's tired she is, the creature,", said Callaghan.

"It would be a shame to wake her, though I wouldn't care myself for the notion of sleeping in one of them new-fashioned beds." "What I want to say to you is this," said Meldon.

"You know Mr.
Simpkins, of course ?" "I do." "Is he a particular friend of yours ?" "He is not," said Callaghan.