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"Mind, they’re in your care," Jim had said sternly, on the evening before his
               departure for school. They were making a tour of the place--Jim outwardly

               very cheerful and unconcerned; Norah plunged in woe. She did not attempt
               to conceal it. She had taken Jim’s arm, and it was sufficient proof of his

                state of mind that he did not shake it off. Tndeed, the indications were that
               he was glad of the loving little hand tucked into the bend of his arm.



                "Yes, Jim; T’ll look after them."



                "T don’t want you to bother feeding them yourself," Jim said
               magnanimously; "that ’ud be rather too much of a contract for a kid,
               wouldn’t it? Only keep an eye on ’em, and round up Billy if he doesn’t do

               his work. He’s a terror if he shirks, and unless you watch him like a cat he’ll
               never change the water in the tins every morning. Lots of times T’ve had to

               do it myself!"


                "T’d do it myself sooner’n let them go without, Jim, dear," said the small

               voice, with a suspicion of a choke.



                "Don’t you do it," said Jim; "slang Billy. What’s he here for, T’d like to
               know! T only want you to go round ’em every day, and see that they’re all
               right."



                So daily Norah used to make her pilgrimage round Jim’s pets. There were

               the guinea pigs-- a rapidly increasing band, in an enclosure specially built
               for them by Jim-- a light frame, netted carefully everywhere, and so
               constructed that it could be moved from place to place, giving them a fresh

               grass run continually. Then there were two young wallabies and a little
               brush kangaroo, which lived in a little paddock all their own, and were as

               tame as kittens. Norah loved this trio especially, and always had a game
               with them on her daily visit. There was a shy gentleman which Norah
               called a turloise, because she never could remember if he were a turtle or a

               tortoise. He lived in a small enclosure, with a tiny water hole, and his
               disposition was extremely retiring. Tn private Norah did not feel drawn to

               this member of her charge, but she paid him double attention, from an
               inward feeling of guilt, and because Jim set a high value upon him.
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