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"Come! try and pronounce it, Bruno!" I said, cheerfully. "Rev-enge,
rev-enge."
But Bruno only tossed his little head, and said he couldn't; that his
mouth wasn't the right shape for words of that kind. And the more I
laughed, the more sulky the little fellow got about it.
"Well, never mind, little man!" I said. "Shall I help you with the job
you've got there?"
"Yes, please," Bruno said, quite pacified. "Only I wish I could think
of something to vex her more than this. You don't know how hard it is
to make her ang'y!"
"Now listen to me, Bruno, and I'll teach you quite a splendid kind of
revenge!"
"Something that'll vex her finely?" Bruno asked with gleaming eyes.
"Something that'll vex her finely. First, we'll get up all the weeds in
her garden. See, there are a good many at this end--quite hiding the
flowers."
"But _that_ wont vex her," said Bruno, looking rather puzzled.
"After that," I said, without noticing the remark, "we'll water the
highest bed--up here. You see it's getting quite dry and dusty."
Bruno looked at me inquisitively, but he said nothing this time.
"Then, after that," I went on, "the walks want sweeping a bit; and I
think you might cut down that tall nettle; it's so close to the garden
that it's quite in the way--"
"What _are_ you talking about?" Bruno impatiently interrupted me. "All
that wont vex her a bit!"
"Wont it?" I said, innocently. "Then, after that, suppose we put in
some of these colored pebbles--just to mark the divisions between the
different kinds of flowers, you know. That'll have a very pretty
effect."
Bruno turned round and had another good stare at me. At last there came
an odd little twinkle in his eye, and he said, with quite a new meaning
in his voice:
"V'y well--let's put 'em in rows--all the 'ed together, and all the
blue together."
"That'll do capitally," I said; "and then--what kind of flowers does
Sylvie like best in her garden?"
Bruno had to put his thumb in his mouth and consider a little before he
could answer. "Violets," he said, at last.
"There's a beautiful bed of violets down by the lake--"
"Oh, let's fetch 'em!" cried Bruno, giving a little skip into the air.
"Here! Catch hold of my hand, and I'll help you along. The g'ass is
rather thick down that way."
I couldn't help laughing at his having so entirely forgotten what a big
creature he was talking to.
"No, not yet, Bruno," I said; "we must consider what's the right thing
to do first. You see we've got quite a business before us."
"Yes, let's consider," said Bruno, putting his thumb into his mouth
again, and sitting down upon a stuffed mouse.
"What do you keep that mouse for?" I said. "You should bury it, or
throw it into the lake."
"Why, it's to measure with!" cried Bruno. "How ever would you do a
garden without one? We make each bed th'ee mouses and a half long, and
two mouses wide."
I stopped him, as he was dragging it off by the tail to show me how it
was used, for I was half afraid the "eerie" feeling might go off before
we had finished the garden, and in that case I should see no more of
him or Sylvie.
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