CHAPTER IV.

BREAKFAST WITH FATHER.

   

 

“Ro
WatN{( HE nursery-grounds lie at the other
side of the town, however, just on
SH the outskirts, so I whip up Frisk
e ey in order that he shall understand

that I mean business, and we
pass quickly through the streets. We do
not meet many people, but those we do meet
stare as if they had never seen anything
resembling either myself, Frisk, or the car-
riage before. I pass them all, however, with
great unconcern as they stand open-mouthed
on the pavement, and very soon we turn off
into a lane and stop before a little gate, over
which a large board is fixed, with a notice
to the effect that James Mullins, gardener
and florist, undertakes to lay out gardens