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do ony thing for flowers. His father's often angry at the time he spends on them."
"Your husband then has not much taste for the garden, I suppose," said Mrs Mason; "and indeed so it appears, for here is ground enough to supply a large family with fruit and vegetables all the year round; but I see scarcely any thing but cabbages and weeds."
"Na, na, we have some leeks too," said Mrs MacClarty, "and green kail in winter in plenty. We dinna pretend to kick-shaws; green kail's gude eneugh for us."
"But," said Miss Mary, "any one may pretend to what they can produce by their own labour. Were your children to dress and weed this garden; there, might be a pretty walk; there, you might have a plot of green pease, there, another of beans, and under your window you might have a nice border of flowers to regale you with
