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And the babies get accustomed to it, and don't cry nearly as much as pampered ones that are always in the nursery." "Bush kiddies grow a stock of common sense quite early," said Wally's voice from the door. "It leaves them in later life, and they stay gossiping with immigrants in new riding-kit, leaving their unfortunate fathers grilling in the sun.
But he's elsewhere yit, so I kem in f'r Masther Jim." "Well, I'm blessed!" said Norah, weakly. "The mean little toad!" Wally's voice was full of scorn. "I'd like five quiet minutes with him with coats off when he comes back!" "I guess he'll get that or its equivalent," said Jim, grimly. "Which way did he go, Murty?" "To the bush paddock, Masther Jim.
Wally's expression hardened. "He was more careless a while ago," said Good Indian. "Some fellow up on the bluff sent me a little morning salute. But," he added slowly, and with some satisfaction, "he's a mighty poor shot." Jack sauntered in much as Wally had done, saw Good Indian sitting there, and wrinkled his eyes shut in a smile.
A sudden gravity descended upon Jill. The words had reminded her of the thing which she was perpetually striving to keep out of her thoughts. "He said he wanted to be there to keep an eye on me." Gravity is infectious. Wally's smile disappeared. He, too, had been recalled to thoughts which were not pleasant. Wally crumbled his roll. There was a serious expression on his face.
It took them but a moment to lay Bobbie in the stretcher. Tim sprang to the front of the staves, Andy to the rear. They swung the stretcher from the ground. "'Ray for the Wolves!" cried Wally's voice. All Tim thought about was getting to Mr. Wall with his burden. He broke into a walk that was almost a run. "Look at the Wolves!" The cry could be heard above the noise.
The old woman brought the portraits, a little boy and a little girl: they must have been very pretty children. 'You see, said Mrs Head, taking the portraits eagerly, and giving them to me one by one, 'we had these taken in Sydney some years before the children were lost; they were much younger then. Wally's is not a good portrait; he was teething then, and very thin.
By two o'clock she imagined the car overturned at the bottom of some embankment, and both of them badly hurt. At three o'clock she began to have such dire forebodings that she went and woke up Aunt Cordelia, and was on the point of telephoning Wally's mother when the welcome rumbling of a car was heard under the porte cochère.
And the sky is just as gray as the Quaker ladies over in the meeting-house on Wally's creek," he added. That afternoon they heard sleigh-bells, clear, tinkling, but never jangling, on the still air. "Whoa!" yelled the Toyman. The big sleigh stopped by the side porch.
"You see there's some sort of property involved," she confided quite impulsively. "Uncle Wally's making a new will. There's a corn-barn and a private chapel and a collection of Chinese lanterns and a piebald pony principally under dispute. Mother, of course thinks we ought to have the corn-barn. But Father can't decide between the Chinese lanterns and the private chapel.
I'm off to bed again for a bit besides, young Wally's bursting to know how you liked your sock. Go to sleep again, old chap." "I'll try," said Norah, obediently, snuggling down, "Take some chocolates to Wally and the castor oil!"
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