"Brownsmith.
What a name for a cabbage-builder, who pretends to be a gardener, and is only an old woman about the place! Roberts's gardener is worth a hundred Sol Brownsmiths.

He grows finer fruit and better flowers, and you'll soon be kicked out.

Perhaps papa will send you away now." Mr Solomon bit his lips as he locked the door, for he was touched in a tender place, for, as I found out afterwards, he was very jealous of the success of General Roberts's gardener.
His back was turned, and, taking advantage of this, the boy made a dash at me with his cane.
This was too much in my frame of mind, and I went at him, when the head gardener turned sharply and stood between us.
"That'll do," he cried sternly to us both.
"All right!" said the boy in a cool disdainful manner.

"I'll watch for him, and if ever he comes in our garden again I'll let him know.

I'll pay the beggar out.