through the dust in a cart like some old Mother Flourbag.'

He called her `little Mary' because the Galletly family had known her

I rubbed my head and looked at the buggy again. It was a great temptation.

`Look here, Joe,' said Bill Galletly in a quieter tone.

`I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll let YOU have the buggy.

You can take it out and send along a bit of a cheque

when you feel you can manage it, and the rest later on, --

a year will do, or even two years. You've had a hard pull,