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"Rather--best thing you can do," Jim said eagerly. "Take Billy with you, of
course, and a dog. They’re not wild, and T don’t think you’ll have any

trouble--only be very careful to get ’em all--examine all the scrub in the
paddock. Billy knows how many there ought to be. T did know, but, of

course, T’ve forgotten. Of course Dad may have left directions with one of
the men about it already."

"Well, T could go too, couldn’t T?" queried Norah.

"Rather. They’d be glad to have you."

"Well, T’ll be glad of something to do. T wasn’t looking forward to

to-morrow."

"No," said Jim, "T know you weren’t. Never mind, you keep busy. You
might drive into Cunjee with Brownie on Tuesday--probably you’d get a
letter from Dad a day earlier, and hear when he’s coming home--and if he

says he’s coming home on Thursday, Wednesday won’t seem a bit long.
You’ll be as right as ninepence if you buck up."

"T will, old chap. Only T wish you weren’t going."

"So do T," said Jim, "and so do the other chaps. They want to come again
some holidays."

"Well, T hope you’ll bring them."

"My word! T will. Do you know, Norah, they think you’re no end of a
brick?"

"Do they?" said Norah, much pleased. "Did they tell you?"

"They’re always telling me. Now, you go to bed, old girl."

He rose and pulled her to her feet.