He tightened his arm.

"Yes, dear."

There was a pause.

"After Christmas?"

"Yes--in February."

"Then I've got nine weeks," said Norah, practically. "We won't talk
about it more than we can help, I think, don't you? Have your tea,
Daddy, or it'll be cold and horrid." She brought her own cup and sat
down on the arm of his chair. "How many bullocks did you buy?"




CHAPTER II



TOGETHER


And you and I were faithful mates.
HENRY LAWSON.