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steps atatime. The gardener was stooping
beside the border.

“ Gardener! gardener!” called Tom, “turn
round. It’s me. Howdo you do? I want
to see my hen and rabbits.”

“You'll find them quite well, Master Tom,”
said the gardener. “I’m glad to see you back
again. What did you think of London?”

“It’s a big place,” said Tom. “The world
must be very big, if it goes on much further —
than London. And on the map it does—
it spreads ever so far lower down, and all
round,”

“Bless me, yes, Master Tom,” said the
gardener, stooping down again. “Didn't you
know that ?”

“Oh, don’t begin to work for a minute!”
cried Tom. “I’ve something to show you.
Do you think this a nice knife ?”

The gardener took it in his hand and looked
at it. Then he shook his head.

“Too big and too sharp for you, Master
Tom,” he said at last; “that’s what I think.”

“Well,” said Tom, dancing about; “I