Lom makes an Acquaintance. 169

swept away, and watching the border become —
gradually smooth and tidy. But long before
the first hour was over Tom grew tired of
stooping, and felt the sun shine dreadfully hot
on his back, and longed to stop and do some-
thing else. |

“Gardener!” he called; “aren’t you tired
of working? When are you going to rest ?”

“When my work is done, Master Tom,”
answered he.

“Dear me!” said Tom; “not till then?
I’m tired, and mean to stop now for a little.”

The gardener was busy rolling the grass.
Tom lay down on his back, and pulled his
hat over his eyes.

“Vou aren't half a worker, Master Tom,”
said the gardener, watching him, “if you
give in the first minute your back aches, and
the sun burns you. I advise you to get up
and begin again.”

“JT didn’t know work was so tiresome,”
said Tom, “or that it was so hard to earn
money. What do you and other workers do,

gardener >”