’Yes，yes，’saidLoveday；andtheydescendedintothegarden。
Heretheyturnedoversundryflatstonesandkilledtheslugsshelteredbeneaththemfromthecomingheatoftheday，talkingofslugsinalltheirbranches——ofthebrownandtheblack，ofthetoughandthetender，ofthereasonwhythereweresomanyinthegardenthatyear，ofthecomingtimewhenthegrass-walksharbouringthemweretobetakenupandgravellaid，andoftherelativelyexterminatorymeritsofapairofscissorsandtheheeloftheshoe。
Atlastthemillersaid，’Well，really，Bob，I’mhungry；wemustbeginwithouther。’
Theywereabouttogoin，whenDavidappearedwithhasteinhismotions，hiseyeswiderverticallythancrosswise，andhischeeksnearlyallgone。
’Maister，I’vebeentocallher；andas’adidn’tspeakIrapped，andas’adidn’tanswerIkicked，andnotbeinglatchedthedooropened，and——she’sgone！’