The chief thing to be remembered, she had told him, was that Colin was getting well--getting well.

The garden was doing it.

No one must let him remember about having humps and dying.
The Rajah condescended to seat himself on a rug under the tree.
"What work do you do in the gardens, Weatherstaff ?" he inquired.
"Anythin' I'm told to do," answered old Ben.

"I'm kep' on by favor--because she liked me." "She ?" said Colin.
"Tha' mother," answered Ben Weatherstaff.
"My mother ?" said Colin, and he looked about him quietly.

"This was her garden, wasn't it ?" "Aye, it was that!" and Ben Weatherstaff looked about him too.