Page 92 - In A New World

"Then you may look upon me as your grandmother," said the girl demurely.

Of course all three laughed heartily at this absurdity. Then Lucy moved
about with quick steps, and soon a goodly supper of mutton-chops was

fizzling in the frying-pan, sending forth savory odors that made their
mouths water. Presently Lucy drew out a table, and placed upon it the
chops and some cold bread.

"I would boil some potatoes," she said, "but you might not like to wait so

long."

"I think we won't wait, Lucy."

"You haven't told me your name," said Lucy as they drew up to the table.

"My name is Harry Vane," said the possessor of that name.

"And mine is Jack Pendleton."

"Harry and Jack," repeated Lucy, nodding.

"Yes."

"And where do you come from?"

"From America."

"Isn't that a long way off?"

"Yes, thousands of miles off; seven or eight, I think."

"You are very young to walk so far," said Lucy, "but perhaps you rode. Did

the bushrangers steal your horses?"

"We came over the sea," said Harry. "Jack is a sailor."