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Updated: May 8, 2025
When an hour or two later I emerged I found a notice on my door, "This way to the Zoo". It was a very busy time for the men at Five-Bob. Waggons were arriving with &hearing supplies, for it was drawing nigh unto the great event of the year.
The Beechams resided at Five-Bob Downs, twelve miles from Caddagat, and were a family composed of two maiden ladies and their nephew, Harold. One of these ladies was aunt Helen's particular friend, and the other had stood in the same capacity to my mother in days gone by, but of late years, on account of her poverty, mother had been too proud to keep up communication with her.
From grannie's letters I learnt that some old sweetheart of Harold's father had bequeathed untold wealth to this her lost love's son. The wealth was in bonds and stocks principally, and though it would be some time ere Harold was actually in possession of it, yet he had no difficulty in getting advancements to any amount, and had immediately repurchased Five-Bob.
"To Five-Bob Downs, the camp of yours truly," he replied. "I haven't got a dinner dress, and am not prepared. I will go home." "We have plenty dinner dresses at Five-Bob without any more. It is Miss Melvyn we want," he said. "Oh, bother you!" I retorted. 'Wen are such stupid creatures, and never understand about dress or anything. They think you could go to a ball in a wrapper."
With this I had to be contented, as I saw he considered what I had said as a joke. I left uncle and went in quest of grannie, who, by this, was beyond the other side of the course, fully a quarter of a mile away. Going in her direction I met Joe Archer, one of the Five-Bob jackeroos, and a great chum of mine. He had a taste for literature, and we got on together like one o'clock.
This was taking a long chance, but was the best move I could think of. I asked the lady behind the counter to mark the telegram as though it came from Oxford. She said she could not do so, but I happened to have a five-bob piece in my pocket and that persuaded her. I convinced her that it was a harmless joke. I didn't see that there was anything further to be done immediately.
Gertie's letters would contain: "Harold Beecham, he makes me call him Harry, took me to Five-Bob last week, and it was lovely fun." Again it would be: "Harry says I am the prettiest little girl ever was, Caddagat or anywhere else, and he gave me such a lovely bracelet. I wish you could see it." Or this: We all went to church yesterday. Harry rode with me.
"Now, Harold, you have compelled Sybylla to come here, you must not let the time drag with her," said Miss Beecham. It was the second day after my arrival at Five-Bob. Lunch was over, and we had adjourned to the veranda. Miss Beecham. was busy at her work-table; I was ensconced on a mat on the floor reading a book; Harold was stretched in a squatter's chair some distance away.
Miss Augusta Beecham saluted me warmly with a kiss, and presented me to her sister Sarah, who also embraced me. I went through an introduction to several ladies and gentlemen, greeted my acquaintances, and then set to work in dead earnest to get our provisions laid out the Five-Bob Downs party had theirs in readiness. Needless to say, we were combining forces.
A. If he manages to pull through these seasons he will be second to none but Tyson in point of wealth. Q. Is Five-Bob a very pretty place? A. Yes; one of the show places of the district. Q. Does he often come to Caddagat? A. Yes, he often drops in. Q. What makes his hair so black and his moustache that light colour? A. You'll have to study science to find that out. I'm sure I can't tell you.
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