His hat was the older of the two, and not by any means "canonical." Having found him, I went up to the bed where he was busy, and sat down on the grass near him, without speaking.

(I was accustomed to respect my father's "busy" moments, and yet to be with him.) Rubens followed my example, and sat down in silence also.

He had smelt the parson before, and wagged his tail faintly as he saw him.
But he reserved his opinion of the gardener, and seemed rather disposed to growl when he touched the wheelbarrow.
"Bless me!" said Mr.Andrewes, who was startled, as he well might be, by my appearance.

"Why, my dear boy, how are you ?" "Very well, thank you," said I, getting up and offering my hand; "I've dropped in." "Dear me!" said Mr.Andrewes; "I mean, I'm very glad to see you! Won't you come in?
You mustn't sit on the grass." "What a pretty garden you have!" I said, as we walked slowly towards the house.

Mr.Andrewes turned round.
"Well, pretty well.