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ir, and everything's ready, sir." Just then a sun-browned man, with a blue serge apron rolled up and tucked in round his waist, came up, touched his hat, and looked at the luggage. "Morning, David. The box and portmanteau for indoors. The boxes to be very carefully placed in the coach-house. Glass, mind. Here, driver, give your horse some hay and water; David will see to it, while you go round to the kitchen for a crust of bread-and-cheese. Mind and be careful with those packages." "Oh yes, sir, certainly," said the man; and he led the horse on amongst the shrubs; while as Tom followed his uncle into the prettily-furnished museum-like hall, he thought to himself-- "I wonder whether uncle knows how they laugh at him behind his back." "Dinner at two, Mrs Fidler, I suppose?" said Uncle Richard just then. "Yes, sir, precisely, if _you_ please," was the reply. "That's right. Here, Tom, let's go and see if they have smashed the glass in the packages." Uncle Richard led the way out through a glass door, and across a velvety lawn, to a gate in a closely-clipped yew hedge. This opened upon a well-gravelled yard, where the rusty-looking old fly was standing, with its horse comfortably munching at the contents of its nose-bag, and David the gardener looking on with a pail of water at his feet. "Why, David, how was it that the horse was not put in the stable and given a feed?" "He's having his feed, sir," said the gardener. "Them's our oats. The driver said he'd rather not take him out, because the harness do give so, sir, specially the traces; so he had the nose-bag pretty well filled, and the horse have been going at 'em, sir, tremenjus." "Boxes all right?" "Yes, sir; I don't think we've broke anything; but that big chest did come down pretty heavy." "What?" cried his master; and he hurried into the coach-house to examine the packing-case. "Humph! I hope they have not broken it," he muttered; "I won't stop to open it now. Come, Tom, we'll just walk round the garden, so that you may see my domain, and then I'll show you your room." The domain proved to be a fairly extensive garden in the most perfect order, and Tom stared at the tokens of abundance. Whether he was gazing at fruit or flowers, it was the same: the crop looked rich and tempting in the extreme. "We won't stop now, my lad. Let's go and see if Mrs F. has put your room ready." Uncle Richard led the way, with Tom feasting
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