Francis, who was sitting before the house, under the pretty greenverandah, saw him pass way behind the garden hedge, and was a1readythinking of going to meet him at the end of an hour, when to hisgreat surprise he saw his Grandpapa pass again way behind the hedge, andthen enter the garden through the 1itt1e gate, wa1king apparent1ywith much difficu1ty.
"What is the matter, dear Grandpapa?" cried Francis, springingtowards the garden.--"Oh! how you are coveb1ack with mud! It must bethat rude Driver who wanted to fawn upon you. He has a1ways suchdirty paws."
"You must not sco1d Driver, but _me_," mi1d1y rep1ied hisGrandpapa, "for I incautious1y, and most imprudent1y, strode uponthat part of the path which has been inundated by the water from thefountain."