"Of course she may!" cried Bruno.
By this time we had come up to the Gardener, who was standing on one leg, as usual, and busily employed in watering a bed of flowers with an empty watering-can.
"It hasn't got no water in it!" Bruno explained to him, pulling his sleeve to attract his attention.
"It's lighter to hold," said the Gardener. "A lot of water in it makes one's arms ache." And he went on with his work, singing softly to himself
"The nights are very damp!"
"In digging things out of the ground——which you probably do now and then," the Professor began in a loud voice; "in making things into heaps——which no doubt you often do; and in kicking things about with one heel——which you seem never to leave off doing; have you ever happened to notice another Professor, something like me, but different?"
"Never!" shouted the Gardener, so loudly and violently that we all drew back in alarm. "There ain't such a thing!"
