'I saw! I thought she was patronising you, and my blood boiled!'
cried Nuttie.

'Will boiling blood endure a picnic in the park of so much ignorance,
folly, and patronage?' asked Mr. Dutton.

'Oh, indeed, Mr. Dutton, Nuttie never said that,' exclaimed gentle
Mrs. Egremont.

'Whether it is fully worth the doing is the question,' said the
vicar.

'Grass and shade do not despise,' said Miss Mary.

'There surely must be some ecclesiastical remains,' said the young
man.

'And there is a river,' added the vicar.

'I shall get a stickleback for my aquarium,' cried Nuttie. 'We shall
make some discoveries for the Scientific Society. I shall note down
every individual creature I see! I say! you are sure it is not a
sham waterfall or Temple of Tivoli?'

'It would please the choir boys and G. F. S. girls quite as much, if
not more, in that case,' said Miss Mary; 'but you need not expect
that, Nuttie. Landscape-gardening is gone by.'

'Even with the county people?' said Nuttie.