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off to sleep again. I am sure he wants to
know all about the farm, and the vines, and
the orchard, and his flowers. You know,
Monsieur le Docteur, he was born on the
farm and so was his father, and he has never
left it. There is nobody like him for
training vines, and whatever he plants grows like
a miracle. It is only two years ago he made
the new orchard, and the trees are already
bearing—I have just brought this pear to
show him. Look what a pear!” said she,
producing a big Duchess pear out of her basket.
“I am sure he will like to have a slice of it
when he wakes up. And if you knew what
a hand he is with flowers! There is not a
farm anywhere like ours for flowers; even
Madame la Comtesse when she drove past
the other day said that in the Château itself
there was not such a show of roses as we have.
He has learnt it all by himself; he knows the
names of all sorts of flowers, and those he
does not know he himself gives names to.
We did not mind the orchard, but we were
a little against his turning the
cabbage-land into flower-beds. We just want to
tell him that we don’t mind it any more,
not even if he turns the whole
kitchen-garden into flower-beds. We do not mind
what he does, he is such a good and obedient
son; the only disappointment he has ever
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