She's been used to nice gardens, m'm.' Hobbs lived with them in Berkshire before he came to me." "It was very nice of Hobbs," said Chris, emphatically.
"Humph!" said Aunt Catherine, "the flowers were mine." "Did you ever get to the barracks ?" asked Chris, "and what was they like when you did ?" "They were about as unlike Kitty's old home as anything could well be.
She has made her rooms pretty enough, but it was easy to see she is hard up for flowers.

She's got an old rose-coloured Sevres bowl that was my Grandmother's, and there it was, filled with bramble leaves and Traveller's Joy (which _she_ calls Old Man's Beard; Kitty always would differ from her elders!), and a soup-plate full of forget-me-nots.

She said two of the children had half-drowned themselves and lost a good straw hat in getting them for her.

Just like their mother, as I told her." "What did she say when you brought out the basket ?" asked Chris, disposing of his reserve of currants at one mouthful, and laying down his spoon.
"She said, 'Oh! oh! oh!' till I told her to say something more amusing, and then she said, 'I could cry for joy!' and, 'Tell Hobbs he remembers all my favourites.'" Christopher here bent his head over his empty plate, and said grace (Chris is very particular about his grace), and then got down from his chair and went up to Lady Catherine, and threw his arms round her as far as they would go, saying, "You are good.

And I love you.