I meant to write it all in the Parkinson style.

But then, I thought, if I put the part about John in queer language and old spelling, she mightn't understand what we want.

But every word of the end comes out of the Dedication; I copied it the other day, and I think she'll find it a puzzlewig when she comes to it." After which Arthur folded his paper and put it into an envelope which he licked copiously, and closed the letter with a great deal of display.

But then his industry coming to an abrupt end, as it often did, he tossed it to me, saying, "You can address it, Mary;" so I enclosed it in my own letter to thank Mother for the book, and I fancy she did write to our gardener, for he gave us a good lot of things, and was much more good-natured than usual.
After Arthur had tossed his letter to me, he clasped his hands over his head and walked up and down thinking.

I thought he was calculating what he should be able to get out of John, for when you are planning about a garden, you seem to have to do so much calculating.