to her husband that she and Kate should ride over to Medlicot's Mill,
as the place was already named, and call on Mrs. Medlicot. "It isn't
Christian," she said, "for people living out in the bush as we are to
quarrel with their neighbors just because they are neighbors."

"Neighbors!" said Harry; "I don't know any word that there's so much
humbug about. The Samaritan was the best neighbor I ever heard of,
and he lived a long way off, I take it. Anyway, he wasn't a free-
selector."

"Harry, that's profane."

"Every thing I say is wicked. You can go, of course, if you like it.
I don't want to quarrel with any body."

"Quarreling is so uncomfortable," said his wife.

"That's a matter of taste. There are people whom I find it very
comfortable to quarrel with. I shouldn't at all like not to quarrel
with the Brownbies, and I'm not at all sure it mayn't come to be the
same with Mr. Giles Medlicot."

"The Brownbies live by sheep-stealing and horse-stealing."

"And Medlicot means to live by employing sheep-stealers and horse-
stealers. You can go if you like it. You won't want me to go with
you. Will you have the baggy?"

But the ladies said that they would ride. The air was cooler now than
it had been, and they would like the exercise. They would take Jacko