[Brownsmith’s Boy by George Manville Fenn]@TWC D-Link bookBrownsmith’s Boy CHAPTER THIRTEEN 9/16
She gives us apple and plum trees, and they grow and bear fruit in a natural and sufficient way.
It is because man wants them to bear more and bigger fruit, and for more to grow on a small piece of ground than Nature would plant, that man has to cut and prune." "But suppose Nature planted a lot of trees on a small piece of ground," I said, "what then ?" "What then, Grant? Why, for a time they'd grow up thin and poor and spindly, till one of them made a start and overtopped the others.
Then it would go on growing, and the others would dwindle and die away." The time glided on, and I kept learning the many little things about the place pretty fast.
As the months went on I became of some use to my employer over his accounts, and by degrees pretty well knew his position. It seemed that he had been a widower for many years, and Mrs Dodley, the housekeeper and general servant all in one, confided to me one day that "Missus's" bonnets and shawls and gowns were all hanging up in their places just as they had been left by Mrs Brownsmith. "Which it's a dead waste, Master Grant," she used to finish by saying, "as there's several as I know would be glad to have 'em; but as to that--Lor' bless yer!" It was not often that Mrs Dodley spoke, but when she did it was to inveigh against some oppression or trouble. Candles were a great burden to the scrupulously clean woman. "Tens I says," she confided to me one day, "but he will have eights, and what's the consequence? If I want to do a bit of extry needle-work I might light up two tens, but I should never have the heart to burn two eights at once, for extravagance I can't abear.
Ah! he's a hard master, and I'm sorry for you, my dear." "Why ?" I said. "Ah! you'll find out some day," she said, shaking her head and then bustling off to her work. I had not much companionship, for Ike was generally too busy to say a word, and though after the pear adventure Shock did nothing more annoying to me than to stand now and then upon his head, look at me upside down, and point and spar at me with his toes, we seemed to get to be no better friends. He took to that trick all at once one day in a soft bit of newly dug earth.
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