By Jove!" (he had caught his father's expletive) "that blockhead has put the tent on the wrong side of the lake, after all.

Holla, you, sir!" and the unhappy gardener looked up from his flower-beds; "what ails you?
I have a great mind to tell my father of you--you grow stupider every day.

I told you to put the tent under the lime-trees." "We could not manage it, sir; the boughs were in the way." "And why did you not cut the boughs, blockhead ?" "I did not dare do so, sir, without master's orders," said the man doggedly.
"My orders are sufficient, I should think; so none of your impertinence," cried Philip, with a raised colour; and lifting his hand, in which he held his ramrod, he shook it menacingly over the gardener's head,--"I've a great mind to----" "What's the matter, Philip ?" cried the good-humoured voice of his father.

"Fie!" "This fellow does not mind what I say, sir." "I did not like to cut the boughs of the lime-trees without your orders, sir," said the gardener.
"No, it would be a pity to cut them.

You should consult me there, Master Philip;" and the father shook him by the collar with a good-natured, and affectionate, but rough sort of caress.
"Be quiet, father!" said the boy, petulantly and proudly; "or," he added, in a lower voice, but one which showed emotion, "my cousin may think you mean less kindly than you always do, sir." The father was touched: "Go and cut the lime-boughs, John; and always do as Mr.Philip tells you." The mother was behind, and she sighed audibly.