"Not mine." Wally shook his head. "I don"t do frivolous things like that. But I heard Jim wheedling blue ribbon out of Norah this morning, and I don"t fancy he has much use for it ordinarily. You"d better ask him."
"It"s like both of you--you nice stupids!" she said.
"What?--the pot-scrub! That"s not polite of you, Miss Rainham; and so untrue, where I"m concerned." Wally sat down on the arm of a lounge and regarded her with a twinkle. "What"s old Bob doing?"
Tommy laughed happily.
"I think whenever we don"t know where Bob is, he"s safe to be out looking at either the sheep or the pigs," she said. "He just loves them; and he says he can see them growing."
There was a hint of Spring in the air, and more than a hint of good gra.s.s in the green paddocks stretching away from the house. By the creek the willows were putting out long, tender shoots that would soon be a thick curtain. The lucerne patch that stretched along its bank was dense and high. The Rainhams had been delayed in taking possession of Creek Cottage; a severe cold had smitten Tommy just at the end of her labours in the hospital, and, being thoroughly tired out, it had been some time before she could shake off its effects. Mr. Linton and Norah had put down their feet with joint firmness, declaring that in no circ.u.mstances should she begin housekeeping until she was thoroughly fit; so the Rainhams had remained at Billabong. Tommy was petted and nursed in a way she had not known since Aunt Margaret had died, while Bob worked feverishly at his farm, riding over every day from Billabong, with a package of Brownie"s sandwiches in his pocket, and returning at dusk, dirty and happy. Bob was responding to Australian conditions delightfully, and was only discontented because he could not make his farm all that he wanted it to be within the first week.
Therein, however, he had unexpected help. The Cunjee district was a friendly one; station owners and farmers alike looked kindly on the young immigrant who turned so readily to work after four years"
fighting. Moreover, Tommy"s work in the hospital was well known; the general opinion being that "anything might be expected from young Norah Linton, but you wouldn"t think a bit of a new-chum kid like Bob Rainham"s sister would turn to and cook for a crowd, and she hardly off the ship!" So the district laid its heads together and consulted Mr.
Linton; with the result that one morning Bob found himself unexpectedly accompanied to work by his host. It was nothing unusual for Jim or Wally, or both, to go with him. He was cutting a drain, which they declared to be a job for which they had a particular fancy. But to-day he found Monarch saddled with the other horses, and Mr. Linton, not only ready to start, but hurrying them off; and there was no lunch to carry, Norah airily declaring that since she and Tommy were to be deserted they declined to be downtrodden, and would motor over with a hamper and picnic at Creek Cottage. There was a mysterious twinkle in Norah"s eye; Bob scented something afoot, and tried--in vain--to pump her on the matter. He rode away, his curiosity unsatisfied.
But when they rode up the homestead paddock at his farm, he gave a long whistle.
"What on earth--?" he began amazedly.
There were men in sight everywhere, and all working. Eight or nine ploughs were moving across the paddocks destined for cultivation; already wide strips of freshly turned earth showed that they had been some time at work. On the flat where Bob had begun his drain was a line of men, and some teams with earth-scoops, cutting a deep channel. There were even men digging in the garden; and the sound of axes came faintly from a belt of scrub that Bob was planning to clear--some day. He gaped at them.
"What does it mean?"
"It"s a bee," said Wally kindly. "A busy bee, improving each shining hour."
Bob turned a puzzled, half-distressed face to Mr. Linton.
"I say, sir--what is it?"
"It"s just that, my boy," said David Linton. "The district had a fancy to help you--Cunjee thinks a heap of soldiers, you see. So a lot of the fellows got together and planned to put in a day on the creek, doing odd jobs."
"I say," said poor Bob flushing scarlet, "I never heard such a thing--and I hardly know any of them. Whatever am I to say to them, sir?"
"I wouldn"t say much at all," said David Linton laughing. "You"ll only embarra.s.s them if you do. Just take a hand in any job you like, and carry on--as we"re all going to do."
"There"s one man you know, anyhow," said Jim grinning. He pointed out old Joe Howard, the nearest to them among the ploughmen.
"Heavens!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Bob. "You don"t mean to tell me old Joe has come of his own accord!"
"Couldn"t keep him away," Jim said. "He remarked that you were a very decent young feller, and he"d taught you how to work, so he might as well lend an "and. It"s like old Joe"s cheek, but he"ll claim for ever that he made you a worker."
"Oh, let him," said Bob. "It doesn"t hurt me, and it may amuse him." His gaze travelled across the busy paddocks. "Well--I"m just staggered," he said. "The least I can do is to get to work quickly."
They turned the horses out and scattered; Bob to cutting scrub--it was the job he liked least, so it seemed to him the decent thing to tackle it--Jim to the drain construction, while Wally joined the band of workers in the garden, since he knew Tommy"s plans concerning it; and Mr. Linton attacked a fence that needed repairs. In the middle of the morning came the Billabong motor, driven by Norah, with Brownie and a maid in the tonneau with Tommy, and hampers packed wherever possible. A cart with other supplies had been driven over by Evans in the very early morning, since Billabong had undertaken the feeding of the workers for the day. The Rolls-Royce picked its way delicately round the paddocks, while the girls carried drinks and huge slabs of cake to the different bands of workers--this being the time for "smoke-oh." Then they hurried back to the cottage, where Brownie and Maria were busy unpacking hampers on the verandah, and Brownie was preparing to carve great joints of beef and mutton and pork in readiness for the hungry horde that would descend on them at dinner time.
It was all ready when the men trooped up from the paddocks--squatters and stockmen, farmers, horse breakers, bush workers of every degree; all dirty and cheery, and filled with a mighty hunger. Soap and water awaited them at the back; then they came round to sit on the edge of the long verandahs, balancing heaped plates on their knees, and making short work of Brownie"s provisions. Jokes and cheery talk filled the air.
Tommy, carrying plates shyly at first, found herself the object of much friendly interest. "Little Miss Immigrant," they called her, and vied with each other in making her feel that they were all welcoming her. But they did not waste much time over dinner--soon one after another got up and sauntered away, lighting his pipe, and presently there were straggling lines of figures going back to work across the paddocks.
After which Norah and Tommy bullied Bob into eating something--he had been far too anxious to wait on his hungry "bee" to think of feeding himself, and then the ladies of the party lunched with the ardour of the long-delayed, and fell upon the colossal business of dish-washing.
Afternoon tea came early, by which time nearly all the ploughing was done, and the brown ribbon of the new drain stretched, wide and deep, across the flat. The girls took the meal round the paddocks, this time with Bob to carry the steaming billies of tea; it gave him a chance to thank his helpers, when it was difficult to say whether the thanker or the thanked were the more embarra.s.sed. Soon after "cow time" loomed for some of the workers, and whatever waits in Australia, it must not be the cow; so that here and there a man shouldered his tools, and, leaving them at the shed, caught his horse and rode away--apologizing to Bob, if he happened to meet him, for going so early, with the brief apology of the dairy farmer, "Gotter get home an" milk." But the majority worked on until dusk came down and put an end to their efforts, and then came up for their horses, singing and laughing.
Bob stood at the gate, bareheaded, as they rode away. By this time he had no words at all. He wished from the bottom of his heart that he could tell them what good fellows he thought them; but he could only stand, holding the gate for them with Tommy by his side; and it may be that the look on each tired young face moved "the bee" more than eloquence would have done. They shouted cheery good-byes as they went.
"Good luck, Miss Immigrant! Good luck, Captain!" And the dusk swallowed them up, leaving only the sound of the cantering hoofs.
Thanks to "the bee," the little farm on the creek looked very flourishing on the great day when the lady of the house came down in state to take possession of her domain. Bob had worked hard in the garden, where already rows of vegetables showed well; Jim and Wally had aided Norah and Tommy in the making of a flower garden, laying heavy toll on Hogg"s stores for the purpose; to-day it was golden and white with daffodils and narcissi and snowdrops. The cultivation paddocks, no longer brown, rippled with green oats; and cattle were grazing on the rough gra.s.s of the flats, once a swamp, but already showing the influence of the big drain. Bob had great plans for ploughing all his flats next year. Dairy cows pastured in the creek paddock near the house; beyond, Bob"s beloved sheep were steadily engrossed in the fascinating pursuit of "turning into wool and mutton." He never grew tired of watching the process.
The ever-present problem of labour, too, had solved itself pleasantly enough. Sarah, for many years housemaid at Billabong, had married a man on a farm near Cunjee, whose first attempt at renting a place for himself had been brought to an untimely end by the drought; and Sarah had returned to Billabong, to help in preparing for the home-coming of the long-absent family, while her husband secured a temporary job in Cunjee and looked about for another chance. There Jim had found him, while helping at the hospital; the end of the matter being that Sarah and Bill and their baby were installed at Creek Cottage, Bill to be general utility man on the farm, and to have a share of profits, while Sarah helped Tommy in the house. Every one was satisfied, and already there were indications that Tommy would be daft over the baby.
Sarah came out now to say that tea was ready--she had insisted on being responsible for everything on this first day. Not that there was much to do, for Brownie had sent over a colossal hamper, declaring that Miss Tommy shouldn"t be bothered with thinking about food when she wasn"t "ardly settled. So they packed into the little dining-room; where, indeed, it took no small ingenuity to stow so large a party, when three of the six happened to be of the size of David Linton and Jim and Wally; and Tommy did the honours of her own table for the first time.
"And to think," she said presently, "that six months ago there was only Lancaster Gate! Of course, there was always Bob"--she flashed him a quick smile--"but Bob was--"
"In the air," put in Norah.
"Very much so. And it didn"t seem a bit certain that I could ever get him out of it; or, if I did, that I could ever escape from Lancaster Gate."
"And you wouldn"t, if the she-dragon had had her way," Bob said.
"No. There was nothing to do but run. But even when I dreamed of running, I never thought of more than a workman"s cottage, with you earning wages and me trying to make both ends meet. And now--look at us!
Bloated capitalists and station owners."
"Well, you were a cook not so long ago. I wouldn"t be too proud," Wally gibed.
"All the more reason for me to be proud--I"ve risen in the world,"
declared Tommy. "Left my situation to better myself--isn"t that the right way to put it? And we"ve got the jolliest home in Australia--thanks to all of you. Do have some more cake, Mr. Linton; I"d love to say I made it myself, but Brownie did--still, all the same, it"s mine."
"Don"t you worry," he told her. "I"m coming here plenty of times for cake of your own baking."
"That"s what I want." She beamed at him. "All of you. Bob and I will feel lost and lonesome if we don"t see you all--oh, often."
"But you"re going to," Norah said. "We"ll be over goodness knows how many times a week, and you two are always coming to dinner on Sunday, and ever so many other days as well."
"Was it in your plans that any work should be done on this estate?"
queried Bob solemnly.
"Why, yes, in your spare time," Wally answered. "Any time you"re not on the road between here and Billabong, or catching a horse to go there, or letting one go after coming back, or minding the Billabong horde when it comes over, you can do a little towards improving the creek. I say, Bob, it sounds the sort of life I"d love. Can"t you give me a job, old man?"
"Seeing that you"ve done little but work on this place since you came back from Queensland, I shouldn"t think you"d need to ask for a job,"
retorted Bob. "However, I"ll take you on as milker if you like--it"s about the only thing you haven"t sampled."
"No," said Wally, "you won"t. Whatever beast I finally take to by way of earning my living, it won"t be the cow--if I can help it. I"d sooner graze giraffes!"
"Oh, do try!" Norah begged. "I"d love to see you trying to put a bridle on one in a hurry!"
"Wonder what would happen if one rode a giraffe and he reared?" pondered Jim.
"You"d have to swarm up his neck and hang on to his little horns," Wally said. "But they"re nice, silent beasts, giraffes, and I think they"d be very restful to deal with."
Every one laughed unsympathetically. Restfulness was the last quality to be a.s.sociated with Wally, who had been remarkable throughout his life for total inability to keep still.