Where is the bluestone ?" She went in and got it for him as naturally as if it was her place to obey, and his to command.

She always waited on him, as a matter of course, save when Tom Troubridge was with them, who was apt to rap out something awkward about Charles being a lazy young hound, and about his waiting on himself, whenever he saw Mary yielding to that sort of thing.
"I wonder when Tom will be back ?" resumed Charles.
"I have been expecting him this last week; he may come any night.

I hope he will not meet any of those horrid bushrangers." "Hope not either," said Charles; "they would have to go a hundred or two of miles out of their way to make it likely.

Driving rams is slow work; they may not be here for a week." "A nice price he has paid!" "It will pay in the end, in the quality of the wool," said Charles.
They sat in silence.

A little after, Charles had turned his horse out, when at once, without preparation, he said to her,-- "Mother, how long is it since my father died ?" She was very much startled.