That I'm sure of." "Oh, never mind, Mr.Gordon! Forget it! There's your brother, Hugh, thinks we ought not to have come, and now you are turning sulky.

Why do all you Australian people amuse yourselves so sadly ?" "I don't know what you mean by sadly," said Charlie, huffed.

"I think you ladies had better go home soon.

Things are likely to be a bit lively later on.

They have got a door off its hinges and laid on the ground, and a fiddler playing jigs, and the men and women are dancing each other down; it won't be long till there'll be a fight, and somebody will get stretched out." Sure enough, they could see an excited crowd of people gathered round a fiddler, who was playing away for dear life, and the yells and whoops told them that partisanship was running high.