"Ten hours' sleep! You'll have to turn over a new leaf.

Nine o'clock's my bedtime, if we are not busy, and I like to be out in the garden again by four or five.

What do you say to that ?" I did not know what to say, so I said nothing.
We did not sit very long over our tea, for there was the cart to load up with flowers for the morning's market, and soon after I was watching Ike carefully packing in the great baskets along the bottom of the cart, and then right over the shafts upon the broad projecting ladder, and also upon that which was fitted in at the back.
"You keep account, Grant," said Old Brownsmith to me, and I entered the number of baskets and their contents upon my slate, the old gentleman going away and leaving me to transact this part of the business myself, as I believe now, to give me confidence, for he carefully counted all the baskets and checked them off when he came back.
Ike squinted at me fiercely several times as he helped to hoist in several baskets, and for some time he did not speak, but at last he stopped, took off his hat, drew a piece of cabbage leaf from the crown, and carefully wiped his bald head with it, looking comically at me the while.
"Green silk," he said gruffly, as he replaced the leaf.

"Nature's own growth.

Never send 'em to the wash.