Tamzine has her vegetable plot over yonder , but what we do n't eat we give away . Geordie Marr down the harbour has a big garden like this and he sells heaps of flowers and fruit and vegetables to the hotel folks . He thinks I 'm an awful fool because I wo n't do the same . Well , he gets money out of his garden and I get happiness out of mine . That 's the difference . S'posing I could make more money -- what then ? I 'd only be taking it from people that needed it more . There 's enough for Tamzine and me . As for Geordie Marr , there is n't a more unhappy creature on God 's earth -- he 's always stewing in a broth of trouble , poor man . O ' course , he brews up most of it for himself , but I reckon that does n't make it any easier to bear . Ever sit in a hop-vine arbour before , master ? '' I was to grow used to Abel 's abrupt change of subject . I answered that I never had . `` Great place for dreaming , '' said Abel complacently . `` Being young , no doubt , you dream a-plenty . '' I answered hotly and bitterly that I had done with dreams . `` No , you have n't , '' said Abel meditatively . `` You may think you have . What then ? First thing you know you 'll be dreaming again -- thank the Lord for it .
I ai n't going XXXXX ask you what 's soured you on dreaming just now .
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