CHAPTER XIX.
Nell and Ned.
That harvest of two hundred bags of wheat was the turning-point in the history of our selection.

Things somehow seemed to go better; and Dad's faith was gradually justified--to some extent.

We accumulated out-buildings and added two new rooms to the hut, and Dad was able to lend old Anderson five pounds in return for a promise to pay seven pounds ten shillings in six months' time.

We increased the stock, too, by degrees; and--crowning joy!--we got a horse or two you could ride to the township.
With Nell and Ned we reckoned we had two saddle-horses--those were their names, Nell and Ned, a mare and a colt.

Fine hacks they were, too! Anybody could ride them, they were so quiet.