and rubbed over the tablecloths, now the irons were hot -- James growling

all the time -- and got out some crockery she had packed away

that had belonged to her mother, and set the table in a style

`I want some grub -- not a blooming banquet!' he said. And he growled a lot

because Mary wanted him to eat his fish without a knife,

`and that sort of Tommy-rot.' When he'd finished he took his gun,

and the black boy, and the dogs, and went out 'possum-shooting.

When we were alone Mary climbed into the buggy to try the seat, and made me