Harold sniffed at the pungent aroma of peat. “Where are you putting all the soil you’re excavating?” he asked.
“On the vegetable patch in the garden,” said Devious, barely looking up from his sheets of plans and calculations.
“There’s an awful lot of soil for mum’s vegetable patch,” said Harold, doubtfully. “Won’t she notice?”
Devious shrugged. “We’re excavating two thousand cubic feet of soil. What do you think?”
“I think she might,” said Harold. “Her whole garden is only eighty feet by forty.”
“Then where would you suggest we put almost forty tons of soil?”
Harold shrugged. “The compost heap?”