"The greasy thing cost forty guineas, and I wouldn't trust it to Jenkins after young Jimmy dropped it in a ditch.
Jenkins can rear pheasants with any keeper I've met, but he's no good at a gun." "You shouldn't have taken Jimmy out; he's not strong enough yet." "So it seems; he gave us some trouble in getting him back to the cart after he collapsed in the woods.

But it wasn't my fault; he was keen on coming." Mrs.Foster made a sign of agreement.

Jimmy was her cousin, Lieutenant Walters, lately invalided home from India.
"Perhaps you were not so much to blame; but that was not what I came to talk about," she said.
"Then I suppose you want my approval of some new plans.

Go ahead with any arrangements you wish to make, but, as far as possible, leave me out.

Though it was a very wet spring, I never saw the pheasants more plentiful; glad I stuck to the hand-rearing, though Jenkins wanted to leave the birds alone in the higher woods.