"Course I were !" cried Bruno, who had gradually crept nearer, and didn't at all like being talked about without having his share in the conversation.
"Ah, well !" the Gardener said with a kind of groan. "Things change so, here. Whenever I look again, it's sure to be something different ! Yet I does my duty ! I gets up wriggle-early at five——"
"If I was 00, said Bruno, "I wouldn't wriggle so early. It's as bad as being a worm !" he added, in an undertone to Sylvie.
"But you shouldn't be lazy in the morning, Bruno," said Sylvie. "Remember, it's the early bird that picks up the worm !"
"It may, if it likes!" Bruno said with a slight yawn. "I don't like eating worms, one bit. I always stop in bed till the early bird has picked them up !"
"I wonder you've the face to tell me such fibs ! " cried the Gardener.
To which Bruno wisely replied "Oo don't want a face to tell fibs wiz——only a mouf."
Sylvie discreetly changed the subject. "And did you plant all these flowers ?" she said.
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