Page 10 - An Australian Lassie

"Bwoun!" she gasped. "He's coming!"

Cyril looked down the track and beheld no one.

"Tt's all right," he said; "go inside and shut the gate. T'll give him what for. T'd just like to see him touch you.
T'd knock him into next year as soon as look at him."

But no Brown appeared.

Cyril put his hands in his pockets and strutted towards the track through the bush--to the intense admiration of
Elizabeth.

"No Bruce is afraid of any one," he said. "You and Nancy go in."

A girl in a short long print dress ran down the verandah steps. A mane of golden hair hung down her back and
some of it lay over her shoulders, and when she stood still she tossed it away.

"You're to come home at once, Betty," she said, "and mind baby. And oh, you naughty girl, you've got your
boots and stockings off again. What will mother say?"