You're a real slyboots.

Double-stockings and slyboots." And I took him on my lap.
Chris put his arms round my neck, and buried his cheek against mine.
"I won't be sly, Mary," he whispered; and then, hugging me as he hugs Lady Catherine, he added, "For I do love you; for you are a darling, and I do really think it always was yours." "What, Chris ?" "If not," said Chris, "why was it always called MARY'S MEADOW ?" LETTERS FROM A LITTLE GARDEN.
LETTER I.
"All is fine that is fit."_--Old Proverb._ DEAR LITTLE FRIEND, When, with the touching confidence of youth, that your elders have made-up as well as grown-up minds on all subjects, you asked my opinion on _Ribbon-gardening_, the above proverb came into my head, to the relief of its natural tendency to see an inconvenient number of sides to every question.

The more I reflect upon it, the more I am convinced it is a comfortably compact confession of my faith on all matters decorative, and thence on the decoration of gardens.
I take some credit to myself for having the courage of my moderation, since you obviously expect a more sweeping reply.

The bedding-out system is in bad odour just now; and you ask, "Wasn't it hideous ?" and "Wasn't it hateful ?" and "Will it ever come into fashion again, to the re-extermination of the dear old-fashioned flowers which we are now slowly, and with pains, recalling from banishment ?" To discover one's own deliberate opinion upon a subject is not always easy--prophetic opinions one must refuse to offer.

But I feel no doubt whatever that the good lady who shall coddle this little garden at some distant date after me will be quite as fond of her borders as I am of mine; and I suspect that these will be about as like each other as our respective best bonnets.
The annals of Fashion must always be full of funny stories.