"If you please I'd rather pay for the flowers," I cried, flushing as he
held on by the tie with one hand, and thrust the sixpence back in my
pocket with the other.
"Dessay you would," he replied; "but I told you before I'm market grower
and dursen't take small sums. Not according to Cocker. Didn't know
Cocker, I suppose, did you?"
"No, sir."
"Taught 'rithmetic. Didn't learn his 'rithmetic then?"
"No, sir," I replied, "Walkinghame's."
"Did you though? There, now, you play a walking game, and get home and
count your strawberries."
"Yes, sir, but--"
"I say, what a fellow you are to but! Why, you're like Teddy, my goat,
I once had. No, no! No money. Welcome to the fruit, ditto flowers,
boy. This way."
He was leading me towards the gate now like a dog by a string, and it
annoyed me that he would hold me by the end of my tie, the more so that
I could see Shock with a basket turned over his head watching me from
down amongst the trees.
"Come on again, my lad, often as you like. Lots growing--lots spoils."
"Thank you, sir," I said diffidently, "but--"
"Woa, Teddy," he cried, laughing. "There; that'll do. Look here, why
don't you bring her for a walk round the garden--do her good? Glad to
see her any time. Here, what a fellow you are, dropping your
strawberries. Let it alone, Dick. Do for Shock."
I had let a great double strawberry roll off the top of my heap, and a
cat darted at it to give it a sniff; but old Brownsmith picked it up and
laid it on the top of a post formed of a cut-down tree.
"Now, then, let's get a basket. Look better for an invalid. One
minute: some leaves."
He stooped and picked some strawberry leaves, and one or two very large
ripe berries, which he told me were Myatt's.
Then taking me to a low cool shed that smelt strongly of cut flowers, he
took down a large open strawberry basket from a nail, and deftly
arranged the leaves and fruit therein, with the finest ripened fruit
pointing upwards.
"That's the way to manage it, my lad," he said, giving me a queer look;
"put all the bad ones at the bottom and the good ones at the top.
That's what you'd better do with your qualities, only never let the bad
ones get out."
"Now, your pinks and roses," he said; and, taking them, he shook them
out loosely on the bench beneath a window, arranged them all very
cleverly in a bunch, and tied it up with a piece of matting.
"I'm sure I'm very much obliged to you, sir," I said, warmly now, for it
seemed to me that I had been making a mistake about Mr Brownsmith, and
that he was a very good old fellow after all.