More than one candidate for a race appeared on the course
drawing a jinker; and, being released from the shafts, was being
vigorously groomed by his shirt-sleeved owner.
"There's an awful lot to see!" ejaculated Tommy, gazing about her.
"That is if you've eyes," Jim said. "But most of it can be seen on foot,
so I vote Wally and Bob and I take the horses and tie them up while
there's still a decent patch of shade left for them to stand in--every
tree in the paddock will have horses tied to it before long. Do you know
where Evans was to leave the buggy, Dad?"
"Yes--it's under a tree over there," said his father, nodding towards a
bushy clump of wattles. "I told him to pick out a good shady place for
lunch. We'll go on and get ready, boys. I'll take the teapot for hot
water."
"Not you!" said Jim. "We'll be back in a few minutes and can easily get
it. Just help the girls with the things, Dad, and we'll get lunch over;
I'm as hungry as a hawk."
"I'm not hungry," said Norah. "But I want, oh! gallons of tea."
Tea seemed the main requirement of everybody. It was almost too hot to
eat, even in the deep shade of the wattles. The boys, taught by the war
to feed wherever and whenever possible, did some justice to Brownie's
hamper; but Mr. Linton soon drew aside and lit his pipe at a little
distance, while Tommy and Norah nibbled tomato and lettuce sandwiches,
kept fresh and cool by being packed in huge nasturtium leaves, and drank
many cups of tea.
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