As he got into the light buggy, he said to Mrs.Costell: "I'll get the seed of that mottled gillyflower from my mother as soon as possible.

Perhaps you'll let me bring it up myself ?" "Do," she said.

"Come again, whether you get the seed or not." After they had started, Mr.Costell said: "I'm glad you asked that.

Mrs.
Costell doesn't take kindly to many of the men who are in politics with me, but she liked you, I could see." Peter spoke twice in the next week in small halls in his ward.

He had good audiences, and he spoke well, if simply.
"There ain't no fireworks in his stuff," said the ward satirist.