If he would only be fond ofher, that was what she
wanted.
Handsome birds they were, some with mottled grey
breasts likefish.
But Somers would not have liked to live in it with
athirteen-people family.
The kitchen door opened on to the bit of grass at
the back, nearthe shed. But he began atonce to pick up rags and cans from his own
grass. Hetried to piece together all that Jack had been letting off at him. THEYLL
be the workers, if ever it comes to it. There came Victoria running in her eager
wayacross the open space up the slight incline. I feel I could LOVE Australia,
declared Harriet.
Ive got another set of eyes inside me somewhere
that can tellreal differences, when there are any.
And Somers came softly near,talking
quietly.
But Harriet followed eagerly on Jacksfootsteps
across the road.
He said he didnt think we should really like it.
But I love and adore the place, said Harriet. But its no good loving Australia if
you cantlove the Australian. And Somers came softly near,talking quietly. A boy from
thebig red bungalow called to ask if he should bring milk across. When she thought
of lovers she thoughtof something quite different.
And Somers had thatshrinking feeling one has from
going to see the doctor. Richard was now feeling rather out of it.
A bunch of schoolboys clambered into the train with
their satchels, athome as schoolboys are. But he began atonce to pick up rags and
cans from his own grass. But still she sat with her hands folded, lost in
meditation. Get hold of your cities andyouve got hold of Australia.
The town took almost as much leaving as London
does.
Jack was a man, andeverything a man should be, in
her eyes.
A further muse, amid the roar of the waves. They
had a cup of tea on the wooden verandah. How strange that you should say so, you who
are one of them.
I may be mistaken, but thats how it seems to me. He
said he wouldsee you to-morrow in town. And Somers had thatshrinking feeling one has
from going to see the doctor.
But some had quite wide grass round them, inside
their fences,like real lawns.
Most Englishmen are too big cocked-up foolsfor
us.
Well, said Harriet, arching her eyes at him, thats
another matter.
They had a cup of tea on the wooden verandah. The
kitchen door opened on to the bit of grass at the back, nearthe shed. A little
figure walked alongthe jetty, slowly, unconcernedly. And the boldest would even come
and take pieces of bread from hishands.