I say, old girl, we'll have to live on damper and billy-tea. It's the finest stuff going!" He argued long with himself about how many blankets to take, how much tea and flour; he talked about the kind of boots best fitted for walking on unmade roads: one day when they went out together he discovered a patent "swaggie's friend" a knife at one end of a composition handle and a fork at the other.
They did not hurry over the meal, for everyone was a little lazy after the long day, and there was plenty of time to get home the long summer evening was before them, and it would merge into the beauty of a moonlit night. So they "loafed" and chatted aimlessly, and drank huge quantities of the billy-tea, that is quite the nicest tea in the world, especially when it is stirred with a stick.