"Why Peter?"
"Oh, Peter means a Rock," said Norah. "I heard it in a sermon. He was a beautiful bird. I think he was too beautiful to live, "cause he became ill--I don"t know what it was, but he pined away. I used to nurse him ever so; for the last two days of his poor young life I fed him every hour with brandy and strong soup out of the spout of the invalid feeder. Brownie was quite annoyed when she found I"d used it for him,"
said Norah, reflectively.
"But he was an invalid, wasn"t he?" asked Wally.
"Of course he was--and it"s an invalid feeder. I don"t see what it"s for, if not for the sick. But it didn"t do him any good. I went out about ten o"clock one night and wrapped him in hot flannel, and he was rattling inside his poor chest; and in the morning I went out at five and he was dead!"
"Poor old Nor.!"
"So I tied a bit of black stuff on the gate and went back to bed," said Norah, pensively.
Wally grinned. "And what became of Mrs. Peter?"
"Oh, Mrs. Peter was a lovely hen," Norah said, "and very healthy. She never seemed to feel any of Peter"s delicacy. He was a very refined bird. There was another show coming on at Mulgoa, and I found among the other fowls another Mr. Peter, and it struck me I would have a try for the prize. Mrs. Peter was so good that I felt I"d get it unless the five-guinea Plymouth Rock man came up. So I fed up the new Peter and had them looking very well the day before the show. And then--"
"Yes?" said Wally, as she paused.
"Then a new dog of Burton"s killed Mrs. Peter," said Norah, "so I gave up showing poultry!"
"I should think you did," said the sympathetic auditor. "What did your father say?"
"He was very nice; and very angry with the dog; but he didn"t buy me any more valuable fowls--and I expect that was just as well," said Norah, laughing. "I don"t seem to have luck when it comes to keeping poultry. Jim says it"s management, but then Jim never kept any himself.
And it does make a difference to your views if you keep them yourself."
"It does," Wally agreed. "I used to lose ever so many in Queensland, but then things are really rough on fowls up there--climate and snakes and lots of odd things, including crocodiles! When I came down to school I left a lot of hens, and twelve eggs under one old lady hen, who should have hatched "em out a few days after I left. And the whole lot went wandering and found some poison my brother had put out for a cat!" Wally wiped his eyes elaborately.
"And died?"
"It was suicide, I think," said Wally, nodding. "But I always had comfort about that lot, because I still have hopes that those twelve eggs hadn"t hatched."
"I don"t see what that has to do with it," Norah said, plainly puzzled.
"Why, don"t you understand? If they hatched I must have lost them along with the others; but if they didn"t hatch, I didn"t lose so many, for, not having them to lose, I couldn"t very well lose them, could I?
Q.E.D.!" finished Wally, triumphantly. "That"s Philosophy!"
"You"re a credit to your teachers, old man," said a new voice; and Jim made his appearance behind the fence, over which he proceeded to climb laboriously.
"Yes, I"m a nice boy," said modest Mr. Meadows. "Sometimes I think you don"t appreciate me--"
"Perish the thought!" said Jim, solemnly.
"But I always feel that honest worth will tell in the end," finished Wally. "Jim, you great, uncivilized rogue, unhand me!" There was a strenuous interlude, during which the Leghorn chicks fled shrieking to the farthest corner of their domain. Finally Jim stepped unwittingly, in the joy of battle, into the kerosene tin, which was fortunately empty, and a truce was made while he sc.r.a.ped from a once immaculate brown leather legging the remains of the Leghorns" breakfast.
"Serve you right," said Wally, adjusting his tie, which had mysteriously appeared under his right ear. "Norah and I were talking beautifully, and you hadn"t any business to come poke your nose in, if you couldn"t behave, had he Nor.?" Whereat Norah and Jim grinned cheerfully at each other, and Wally collapsed, remarking with indignation that you couldn"t hope to get justice for either of the Linton twins when it came to dealing with the other.
"We"re not twins!" said Norah.
"No," said her guest, "I think you"re worse!" Withdrawing, he sat in melancholy isolation on a hen coop, and gave himself up, very appropriately, to brooding.
"Well, I"m sorry if I broke up the party," Jim said, relinquishing the task of polishing his leggings with marshmallow leaves and looking at its streaked surface disconsolately. Jim might--and did--scorn coats and waistcoats in the summer, and revel in soft shirts and felt hats; but his riding equipment was a different matter, and from Garryowen"s bit and irons to his own boots, all had to be in apple pie order. "Norah, may I have your hanky to rub this up? No? You haven"t one! Well, I"m surprised at you!" He rubbed it, quite ineffectually, with the crown of his hat, and still looked pained. "Never mind, I"ll get hold of some tan stuff when I go in. What I came to say when you attacked me, young Wally--"
"When I attacked you! I like that!" spluttered the justly indignant Wally.
"Didn"t you? I thought you did," grinned Jim. "My mistake, I suppose.
Well, anyhow, when you attacked Norah--quiet, Wally, bother you; how can a fellow get a word out?--what I came to mention was that Dad wants us."
"Oh!" said Norah, gathering herself up. "Why didn"t you say so before?"
"Too busy, and you and Wal. do prattle so. Anyhow, he"s not in a tearing hurry, "cause he said he was going to have an hour at his income-tax--and you know what that means."
"Solitude is always best for Dad when he"s income-taxing," said Norah.
"It has the most horrible effect on his usual serenity. My dear old Hermit used to help him, of course; but now--well, no wonder he"s starting early! How"s Derrimut, Jimmy?"
"Going on splendidly; Dad and I are quite proud of ourselves as vets.,"
said her brother. "We made quite a good job of the old chap; I believe he"ll hardly have a blemish. By George, you should have seen Cecil at that operation! He had one rope to hold and he was scared to death."
"So was I," said Wally, grinning. "I was always as timid as a rabbit."
"You!" said Jim, laughing. "Well, you held three ropes, anyway, and I didn"t notice that you looked pale."
"My face won"t let me," said his chum. "But I FELT pale!"
"Well Cecil looked and felt it," Jim said. "Of course, you don"t exactly blame a town chap for not taking to that sort of thing like a duck to water. Still, there"s a limit--and I"ll swear Norah would have made a fuss. As far as that goes, Dad says he"s known our grandmother, in the early days, have to help at a much worse job for a beast than fixing up old Derry"s leg. Lots of women had to. They wouldn"t like it, of course, but they certainly wouldn"t have made it harder for the man they were helping by putting on frills!"
"Well, you"d hate to have to get a woman to do a job like that."
"Of course you would. You"d never do it unless it came to a question of saving a beast or easing its pain. But if it did come to the point, a decent woman with backbone would lend a hand, just as she"s help if it was the man himself that was hurt. At least, most Australian women would, or most of those in the country, at any rate. I"d disown Norah if she didn"t."
"I should hope so!" said Norah, quietly.
"At the same time, I"ve not the remotest intention of employing you as a vet., old woman," said Jim, untying her hair ribbons in a brotherly fashion. "Quite enough for you to act in that capacity for that rum beggar, Lal Chunder--who"s departed, by the way, leaving you his blessing and a jolly little bra.s.s tray. The blessing was rather unintelligible, but there"s no doubt about the tray."
"Bother!" said Norah, vexedly. "Silly man! I don"t want him to give me presents--and that wound of his ought certainly to have been looked after for a few days."
"He said he was going to travel with Ram Das--and old Ram"ll see that he ties it up, I expect," said Jim, with unconcern. "I wouldn"t bother, old first-aid; it looked tip-top when you dressed it before breakfast."
"I"d have given him rag for it, anyway," said Norah, still troubled.
"He can always tear half a yard or so off that turban of his," Jim said. "Don"t go out of your way to meet worry, my girl--it"ll always come quickly enough to meet you. Which is philosophy quite equal to Wally"s!" He sighed. "Here"s trouble coming to meet us now, that"s certain!"
CHAPTER XIII
STATION DOINGS
I see as I stand at the slip-rails, dreaming, Merry riders that mount and meet; Sun on the saddles, gleaming, gleaming, Red dust wrapping the horses" feet.