The Rosery Folk
"You have a magnificent place here, James," said the visitor, with a sigh.
"Nonsense, man. Half the beauty is Nature's own doing, aided by your humble servant, Kitty, old John Monnick, and a couple of labourers. Why, I pay less for this pretty Elizabethan cottage than I should for some brick dungeon in a West-end square. Less? Why, I don't pay half. Now, I'm going to unfig."
He nodded pleasantly at his guest, and left him alone, when a scowl came over Prayle's face, and glancing round at the well-furnished room, with its bright fittings and charming flowers in window and vase, he said in a low and bitter voice: "Why should this weak boor be rolling in wealth, while I have to pinch and spare and con