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the other flowers backed him up by saying
in chorus :
‘ Yes, Fairbrass; we don’t quite know
why we say it, but we have a feeling that
you ought to go into the house and take us
with you.1
‘ Why, you can’t want water yet,’ said
Fairbrass, whose one notion of calls at
strange houses was the expectation and offer
of refreshment.
( No, no!1 cried the flowers. ‘We don’t
know what we mean, but we know we don’t
mean that Take us inT dear, and see what
conies of it*1
And so without more ado Fairbrass
crossed the threshold of the Big* House
and found himself in the spacious entrance
hall surrounded by the portraits of his
ancestors. Amongst them he did not
linger ; not that he had any dislike for or
fear of them, but because the hum of the
servants’ voices now seemed so much nearer
{from the clatter of knives and forks that
