As there was no Mrs. Britain coming, he strolled leisurely out into the road and looked up at the house, somewhat much to his satisfaction. 'It's just the sort of house,' exclaimed Benjamin, 'I should wish to stop at, if I didn't keep it.'

Then, he strolled towards the garden-paling, and took a look at the dahlias. They looked over at him, with a helpless drowsy hanging of their heads: which bobbed again, as the very heavy drops of wet dripped off them.

'You must be looked after,' exclaimed Benjamin. 'Memorandum, not to forget to tell her so. She's a long time coming!'

Mr. Britain's better half seemed to be by so fairly much his better half, that his own moiety of himself was utterly cast away and helpless without her.