I must push on too, for there is a long period of dull stupid prosperity coming to our friends at Baroona and Toonarbin, which we must get over as quickly as is decent.

Little Sam Buckley also, though at present a most delightful child, will soon be a mere uninteresting boy.

We must teach him to read and write, and ride, and what not, as soon as possible, and see if we can't find a young lady--well, I won't anticipate, but go on.

Go on, did I say ?--jump on, rather--two whole years at once.
See Baroona now.

Would you know it?
I think not.