OMG. YES. We have to do it now. There's just too much eeee that needs to happen.

Augh.

"You're a clever boy. What are you doing?"
"Sketching the verbena," Harbert told him. "Mister Spilett wants me to teach him about plants, so I'm trying to remember all the ones I see here."
The man smiled, a funny, wry kind of smile. "And you teach your elders. Promise me you won't change in that respect."
"No, sir," said Harbert, his fingers grey with the dust from his pencil.