`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

get up alongside her. We hadn't had such a comfortable seat for years;

but we soon got down, in case any one came by, for we began to feel

Then we sat, side by side, on the edge of the verandah, and talked more