"It wasn't there this morning.

You can see it grow while you watch it." He took out a handkerchief and wiped his object-glasses with careful deliberation.
"I reckon you're going down there," ventured Skelmersdale.
"Will you come ?" said Cossar.
Skelmersdale seemed to hesitate.
"It's an all-night job." Skelmersdale decided that he wouldn't.
"Rats about ?" asked Cossar.
"One was up in the pines this morning--rabbiting, we reckon." Cossar slouched on to overtake his party.
Bensington, regarding the Experimental Farm under his hand, was able to gauge now the vigour of the Food.

His first impression was that the house was smaller than he had thought--very much smaller; his second was to perceive that all the vegetation between the house and the pine-wood had become extremely large.

The roof over the well peeped amidst tussocks of grass a good eight feet high, and the canary creeper wrapped about the chimney stack and gesticulated with stiff tendrils towards the heavens.

Its flowers were vivid yellow splashes, distinctly visible as separate specks this mile away.