Used to seem as if flowers got to be a kind of dream." Kedgers gave vent to a deprecatory half laugh.

"Me--I was fond of flowers.

I wouldn't have asked no better than to live among 'em.

Mr.Timson gave me a book or two when his lordship sent him a lot of new ones.

I've bought a few myself--though I suppose I couldn't afford it." From the poor parsonage he had gone to a market gardener, and had evidently liked the work better, hard and unceasing as it had been, because he had been among flowers again.