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Every room has its back window; you would get into the back garden as
you do now; you need not touch the back of the house, that is all
smothered in vines and creepers, as you are smothered in children!"
"The matter shall have my gravest consideration," said John, "provided
you never mention matrimony to me again as long as you live."
"Very well," said Emily, "I promise; but there is St. George coming. I
must not forget to tell you that I saw Joseph this morning at a
distance; he was standing in the lea of the pigstye, and cogitating in
the real moony style."
"It was about his outfit," exclaimed John; "depend upon it it was not
about Laura."
And so the colloquy ended, and John walked down his own garden, opened
the wicket that led to his gardener's cottage, and saw Joseph idly
picking out a weed here and there, while he watched the bees, some of
whom, deluded by the sunshine, had come forth, and were feebly hanging
about the opening of the hive.
"Joe," said John, with perfect decision and directness, "I have a
favour to ask of you.


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