He is four months old now, and I shall soon want to
take him out in the street."
"Very well, sister," said mischievous Ned; and catching up a stick, he
said, "Come out into the garden, dogs."
Though he was brandishing his stick very fiercely, I was not at all
afraid of him; and as for Billy, he loved Ned.
The Morris garden was really not a garden but a large piece of ground
with the grass worn bare in many places, a few trees scattered about,
and some raspberry and currant bushes along the fence. A lady who knew
that Mr. Morris had not a large salary, said one day when she was
looking out of the dining-room window, "My dear Mrs. Morris, why don't
you have this garden dug up? You could raise your own vegetables. It
would be so much cheaper than buying them."
Mrs. Morris laughed in great amusement.
"Think of the hens, and cats, and dogs, and rabbits, and, above all, the
boys that I have. What sort of a garden would there be, and do you think
it would be fair to take their playground from them?"
The lady said, "No, she did not think it would be fair."
I am sure I don't know what the boys would have done without this strip
of ground.
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