and a pair of 'lastic-siders of mine on, doing the work of a station manager

as well as that of a housewife and mother. And her cheeks were getting thin,

and her colour was going: I thought of the gaunt, brick-brown,

saw-file voiced, hopeless and spiritless Bushwomen I knew -- and some of them

When I went back down into the town, I had a drink with Bill Galletly

at the Royal, and that settled the buggy; then Bob shouted,

and I took the harness. Then I shouted, to wet the bargain.

When I was going, Bob said, `Send in that young scamp of a brother of Mary's