of dust. Then I'd better go and andbrush myself a little. What a state I'm in!"
"He does want brushing!" the Professor said, with a critical air, "Here's your hat, little man! I had put it on by mistake. I'd quite forgotten I had one on, already. Let's go and look at the platform."
"And there's that nice old Gardener singing still!" Bruno exclaimed in delight, as we went out into the garden. "I do believe he's been singing that very song ever since we went away!"
"Why, of course he has!" replied the Professor. "It wouldn't be the thing to leave off, you know."
"Wouldn't be what thing?" said Bruno: but the Professor thought it best not to hear the question. "What are you doing with that hedgehog?" he shouted at the Gardener, whom they found standing upon one foot, singing softly to himself, and rolling a hedgehog up and down with the other foot.
"Well, I wanted fur to know what hedgehogs lives on: so I be a-keeping this here hedgehogfur to see if it eats potatoes"
