There is no way out of that yard.
"Ain't there really?" says Mr. Bucket. "I should have thought there might have been. Well, I don't know as I ever saw a backyard that took my fancy more. Would you allow me to look at it? Thank you. No, I see there's no way out. But what a very good-proportioned yard it is!"
Having cast his sharp eye all about it, Mr. Bucket returns to his chair next his friend Mr. George and pats Mr. George affectionately on the shoulder.

There is no way out of that yard.
"Well, I don't know as I ever saw a backyard that took my fancy more," says Mr. Bucket. "Would you allow me to look at it? Thank you. No, I see there's no way out. But what a very good-proportioned yard it is!"
Mr. Bucket returns to his chair and pats Mr. George affectionately on the shoulder.
