"What a paradise you live in! How _could_ I have left it ?" "Ay, dear lad; I doubt not it looks strange and new to you since you've been in South Africa and London.

But it'll soon seem homelike enough.

And now you'll like to see your room, and have a wash before supper.

Tom, the gardener, shall take in your bicycle and give it a rub over.

I've still got the old one here in the coach-house which you left behind.