“You'll excuse me, sir, but you feel of it for yourself. No, sir, no one can't do what's impossible to ’em, can they, sir? I could git that post up by after tea-time, sir, but that’ll want a lot of digging. What you require, you see, sir, if you’ll excuse me naming of it, you want the soil loosening round this post ’ere, and me and the boy we shall take a little time doing of that. But now, these 'ere seats,” said Collins, appearing to appropriate this portion of the scheme as due to his own resourcefulness, “why, I can get the barrer round and ’ave them cleared away in, why less than an hour's time from now, if you'll permit of it. Only———”
“Only what, Collins?”
“Well now, it ain’t for me to go against orders no more than what it is for you yourself—or any one else” (this was added somewhat hurriedly), "but if you'll pardon me, sir, this ain’t the place I should have picked out for no rose garden myself. Why, look at them box and laurestinus, ’ow they reg’lar preclude the light from———”
