Grannie, who loved jig-saws almost as much as Mollie did, had drawn
up a substantial table to the sofa and seated herself beside it.
"Dull!" she said reprovingly, "I hope not indeed. Maps are the most
interesting puzzles one can have. What is it a map of?"

"We'll soon find that out," said Mollie, laying a very jagged
section upon the table and studying it with interest. "What funny
names--Weeah! Where's that? It sounds like China."

Grannie had also possessed herself of a section, and was
scrutinizing it through her spectacles. "I'll need my reading-glass,
Mary, my dear," she said; "my old eyes cannot see this tiny print."

A silver-handled reading-glass was brought, and Grannie considered
her section again: "The Yarra," she read out, "I wonder if you can
tell me where the Yarra is, Mollie?"

"Never heard of it," said Mollie, shaking her head. "Yankalilla.
Where's that? Goomooroo, Wanrearah, Koolywurtie. _What_ names! I am
glad I am not a railway guard in this place, wherever it may be."

"Aha, Miss Mollie, I am cleverer than you are with all your Oxford
and Cambridge examinations!" Grannie exclaimed triumphantly, "for I
can tell you where the Yarra is--it is the river upon which
Melbourne is built, and Melbourne is the capital of Victoria, and
Victoria is a colony in Australia."

"Australia!" Mollie exclaimed, a little startled. "How funny--I mean
how interesting!" It was certainly rather odd, she thought, that her