Bob can go
over the land with us when we're coming back. But once you and Tommy get
swallowed up in Cunjee, there's no knowing when we could get you out;
and Tommy ought to inspect the house."
"Oh, I'd love to," said Tommy enthusiastically. "No mere man can be
trusted to buy a house."
"Don't go to look at it with any large ideas of up-to-date improvements
floating in your mind," Jim warned her. "It's sure to be pretty
primitive, and probably there isn't even a bathroom."
"Don't you worry, Tommy; we'll build you one," said Mr. Linton.
"I'm not going to worry about anything; there are always washtubs,"
spoke Tommy cheerfully--"and thank you, all the same, Mr. Linton. I
didn't expect much when I came out to Australia, but I'm getting so much
more than I expected that I'm in a state of bewilderment all the time.
Someday I feel that I shall come down with a bump, and I shall be
thankful if it's only over a bathroom."
"Distressing picture of the valiant pioneer looking for discomforts and
failing to find them," said Bob, laughing. "It's so difficult to feel
really pioneerish in a place where there are taps, and electric
light, and motors, and no one appears to wear a red shirt, like every
Australian bushman I ever saw on the stage."
"Did you bring any out with you?" demanded Norah wickedly.
"I didn't. But honest, it was only because I had so many khaki ones, and
I thought they'd do.
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