Norah,
arriving at the Creek about ten o'clock, looked a little anxiously at
her friend.
"We're used to riding in the heat, Tommy, dear," she said. "But you're
not--are you sure you feel up to it?"
"Why, I'm going to love it," Tommy said. She looked cool and
workman-like in a linen habit and white pith helmet--Norah's Christmas
present. "I hadn't these nice things to wear when Bob and I brought the
sheep out from Cunjee three weeks ago; and it was just as hot, and so
dusty. And that didn't kill me. I liked it, only I never got so dirty in
my life."
"Well, we shall only have a hot ride one way," said Norah
philosophically. "There's a concert in Cunjee, and the boys want to stay
for it. The concert won't be much, but the ride home in the moonlight
will be lovely. You and Bob can stay, of course?"
"Oh, yes. Bill must bring Sarah and the baby home in good time, so he
will milk the cows," Tommy answered. "He wanted them to stay for the
concert, but Sarah had an amazing attack of common sense, and said it
was no place for a baby. I didn't think she considered any place unfit
for a baby, and certainly Bill doesn't."
"Bush people don't," said Norah, laughing. "If they did, they would
never go anywhere, because the babies must go too, no matter what
happens. And the babies get accustomed to it, and don't cry nearly as
much as pampered ones that are always in the nursery.
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