She remembered the brilliant parrot.

She could not make up her mind how much of her story she might tell
to Dick. Her vow had only applied to grown-ups, and since the
Campbells had helped her to wish Dick over, presumably they would
allow her to take him into her confidence. But would he believe such
an unlikely story--and what about Young Outram? They had not
bargained for two boys. She decided to wait and see if Prudence came
again, and, in the meantime, to write and tell Dick that she was
alive and well, and that some explanation of his most extraordinary
vision would certainly be forthcoming sooner or later.

The morning passed much more quickly than the previous morning had
done. Mollie and Grannie worked hard at the jig-saw puzzle, and,
without breaking her word by the smallest fraction, Mollie contrived
to get a considerable amount of information about Australia from
Grannie. Not, of course, that she was totally ignorant on the
subject of our Australian colonies, but her knowledge was vague, and
her interest before this time had been so faint that it was hardly
worth mentioning. Grannie, on the other hand, had had a brother and
many friends in Australia, and had, at one time or another,
corresponded with a number of people there. She was able to tell
Mollie several thrilling tales of bush fires, of the gold-fields,
and of Ned Kelly, the great bushranger. But in none of her stories
did the name of the Campbells appear.

After lunch Mollie was again tucked up on her sofa and told to take
a little nap. Grannie was somewhat amused to be asked for the
photograph-album again. "Bairns have queer fancies," she thought to
herself, as she laid it on Mollie's lap. "Don't look too long, my