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“It’s not my fault the fence doesn’t hold”

Actually, it was, but I wasn’t getting involved in this argunored ally required to keep the goats secure

“It is, and you know it is,” Daddy replied “Why don’t you ask Miles to reinforce it?”

“That whippersnapper? What does he know about gardens?”

He cast his gaze toward Arthur “Thank you, Arthur I won’t subject youWill you prepare ?”

With the assurance he would, Arthur bowed once again and silently disappeared

“A lot He’s an extreardener, and exceptionally talented You knoorked at Kew Gardens for five years”

“He’s also about ten”

“Thirty,” I muttered

“What?” Aunt Cat looked at

I was pretty sure she knew I had the hots for the gardener “He’s thirty,” I replied

Daddy frowned “How do you know that?”

Here we go “Well, see, there’s this thing that huether It’s called talk”

“Hardy-har-har Very funny”

“You asked”

He cradled his cup of tea “What are you doing today?”

I shrugged “I was going to eat breakfast, but Aunt Cat put that idea to bed with her gruesoossip”

She raised her teacup to me “You are welcome”

“I wasn’t thanking you,” I pointed out “Otherwise, I don’t have plans The weather is nice so I arden for a while”

“Hoas the dinner party last night?” Daddy asked

That hat he said