"Then why did you go after it?"
"Why?" asked Norah, opening her eyes. "Well, I knew the dogs couldn"t catch it--and I believe you wanted a gallop nearly as much as I did, Daddy!" They laughed at each other, and let the impatient horses have their heads across the cleared paddock to the homestead.
There a letter awaited them.
Norah, coming in to dinner in a white frock, with her curls unusually tidy, found her father looking anything but pleased over a closely covered sheet of thin notepaper.
"I wish to goodness women would write legibly," he said, with some heat. "No one on earth has any right to write on both sides of paper as thin as this--and then across it! No one but your Aunt Eva would do it--she always had a pa.s.sion for small economies, together with one for large extravagances. Amazing woman! Well, I can"t read half of it, but what she wants is unhappily clear."
"She isn"t coming here, Daddy?"
"Saints forbid!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mr. Linton, who had a lively dread of his sister--a lady of much social eminence, who disapproved strongly of his upbringing of Norah. "No, she doesn"t mention such an extreme course, but there"s something almost as alarming. She wants to send Cecil here for Christmas."
"Cecil! Oh, Daddy!" Norah"s tone was eloquent.
"Says he"s been ill," said her father, glancing at the letter in a vain effort to decipher a message written along one edge. "He"s better, but needs change, and she seems to think Billabong will prove a sanatorium." He looked at Norah with an expression of dismay that was comical. "I shouldn"t have thought we"d agree with that young man a bit, Norah!"
"I"ve never seen him, of course," Norah said unhappily, "but Jim says he"s pretty awful. And you didn"t like him yourself, did you, Daddy?"
"On the rare occasions that I"ve had the pleasure of meeting my nephew I"ve always thought him an unlicked cub," Mr. Linton answered. "Of course it"s eighteen months since I saw him; possibly he may have changed for the better, but at that time his b.u.mptiousness certainly appeared to be on the increase. He had just left school then--he must be nearly twenty now."
"Oh--quite old," said Norah. "What is he like?"
"Pretty!" said Mr. Linton, wrinkling his nose. "As pretty as his name--Cecil--great Scott! I wonder if he"d let me call him Bill for short! Bit of a whipper-snapper, he seemed; but I didn"t take very much notice of him--saw he was plainly bored by his uncle from the Bush, so I didn"t worry him. Well, now he"s ours for a time your aunt doesn"t limit--more that that, if I can make a guess at these hieroglyphics, I"ve got to send a telegram to say we"ll have him on Sat.u.r.day."
"And this is Wednesday--oh, Dad!" expostulated Norah.
"Can"t be helped," her father said. "We"ve got to go through with it; if the boy has been ill he must certainly have all the change we can give him. But I"m doubtful. Eva says he"s had a "nervous breakdown,"
and I rather think it"s a complaint I don"t believe in for boys of twenty."
The dinner gong sounded. Amid its echoes Norah might have been heard murmuring something about "nervous grandmother."
"H"m," said her father, laughing; "I don"t think he"ll find much sympathy with his more fragile symptoms in Billabong--we must try to brace him up, Norah. But whatever will Jim say, I wonder!"
"He"ll be too disgusted for words," Norah answered. "Poor old Jimmy! I wonder how they"ll get on. D"you suppose Cecil ever played football?"
"From Cecil"s appearance I should say he devoted his time to wool-work," said Mr. Linton. "However, it may not turn out as badly as we think, and it"s no use meeting trouble halfway, is it? Also, we"ve to remember that he"ll be our guest."
"But that"s the trouble," said Norah, laughing. "It wouldn"t be half so bad if you could laugh at him. I"ll have to be so hugely polite!"
"You"ll probably shock him considerably in any case," said her father.
"Cecil"s accustomed to very prim young ladies, and it"s not at all unlikely that he"ll try to reform you!"
"I wish him luck!" said Norah. But there was a glint in her eyes which boded ill for Cecil"s reformatory efforts.
CHAPTER III
A BATH--AND AN INTRODUCTION
Quiet and shy, as the Bush girls are, But ready-witted and plucky, too.
A. B. PATERSON.
The telegram a.s.suring a welcome to Cecil Linton was duly dispatched, and the fact of his impending arrival broken to Mrs. Brown, who sniffed portentously, and gave without enthusiasm directions for the preparation of his room. "Mrs. Geoffrey" was rather a bugbear to Brownie, who had unpleasant recollections of a visit in the past from that majestic lady. During her stay of a week, she had attempted to alter every existing arrangement at Billabong--and when she finally departed, in a state of profound disapproval, the relief of the homestead was immense. Brownie was unable to feel any delight at the idea of entertaining her son.
Norah and her father made the utmost of their remaining time together.
Thursday was devoted to a great muster of calves, which meant unlimited galloping and any amount of excitement; for the st.u.r.dy youngsters were running with their mothers in one of the bush paddocks, and it was no easy matter to cut them out and work them away from the friendly shelter and refuge of the trees. A bush-reared calf is an irresponsible being, with a great fund of energy and spirits--and, while Norah loved her day, she was thoroughly tired as they rode home in the late evening, the last straggler yarded in readiness for the branding next day. Mr. Linton sent her to bed early, and she did not wake in the morning until the dressing gong boomed its cheerful summons through the house.
Mr. Linton was already at breakfast when swift footsteps were heard in the hall above; a momentary silence indicated that his daughter was coming downstairs by way of the banisters, and the next moment she arrived hastily.
"I"m so sorry, Dad," Norah said, greeting him. "But I DID sleep! Let me pour out your coffee."
She brought the cup to him, investigated a dish of bacon, and slipped into her place behind the tall silver coffee pot.
"What are we going to do to-day, Dad?"
"I really don"t quite know," Mr. Linton said, smiling at her. "There aren"t any very pressing jobs on hand--we must cut out cattle to-morrow for trucking, but to-day seems fairly free. Have you any ideas on the subject of how you"d like to spend it? I"ve letters to write for a couple of hours, but after that I"m at your disposal."
Norah wrinkled her brows.
"There are about fifty things I want to do," she said. "But most of them ought to wait until Jim comes home." She thought for a moment. "I don"t want to miss any more time with Bobs than I have to--could we ride over to the backwater, Dad, and muster up the cattle there? You know you said you were going to do so, pretty soon."
"I"d nearly forgotten that I had to see them," Mr. Linton said, hastily. "Glad you reminded me, Norah. We"ll have lunch early, and go across."
Norah"s morning was spent in helping Mrs. Brown to compound Christmas cakes--large quant.i.ties of which were always made and stored well before Christmas, with due reference to the appet.i.tes of Jim and his friends.
Then a somewhat heated and floury damsel donned a neat divided riding skirt of dark-blue drill, with a white-linen coat, and the collar and tie which Norah regarded as the only reasonable neck gear, and joined her father in the office.
"Ready? That"s right," said he, casting an approving glance at the trim figure. "I"ve just finished writing, and the horses are in."
"So"s lunch," Norah responded. "It"s a perfectly beautiful day for a ride, Daddy--hurry up!"
The day merited Norah"s epithet, as they rode over the paddocks in the afternoon. As yet the gra.s.s had not dried up, thanks to the late rains, and everywhere a green sea rippled to the fences. Soon it would be dull and yellow; but this day there was nothing to mar the perfection of the carpet that gave softly under the horses" hoofs. The dogs raced wildly before them, chasing swallows and ground-larks in the cheerfully idiotic manner of dogs, with always a wary ear for Mr. Linton"s whistle: but as yet they were not on duty, and were allowed to run riot.
An old log fence stretched before them. It was the only one on Billabong, where all station details were strictly up-to-date. This one had been left, partly because it was picturesque, and partly at the request of Jim and Norah, because it gave such splendid opportunities for jumping. There were not many places on that old fence that Bobs did not know, and he began to reef and pull as they came nearer to it.
"I don"t believe I"ll be able to hold him in, Daddy!" said Norah, with mock anxiety.
"Not afraid, I hope?" asked her father, laughing.
"Very--that you won"t want to jump! I"d hate to disappoint him, Daddy--may I?"
"Oh, go on!" said Mr. Linton. "If I said "no" the savage animal would probably bolt!" He held Monarch back as Norah gave the bay pony his head, and they raced for the fence; watching with a smile in his eyes the straight little form in the white coat, the firm seat in the saddle, the steady hand on the rein. Bobs flew the big log like a bird, and Norah twisted in her saddle to watch the black horse follow. Her eyes were glowing as her father came up.
"I do think he loves it as much as I do!" she said, patting the pony"s neck.