As for Jim, he heard it straight enough, but he went on whistling and patting the mare's neck, teasing her like, because she was so uneasy to get her head-stall off and run after the others.
'Why, in New Zealand, to be sure.

The blamed fool stuck there all this time, just because he found himself comfortably situated among people as he liked.

I wonder how he'll fancy Berrima after it all?
Sarves him well right.' 'But how did you come to hear about it ?' We knew father couldn't read nor write.
'I have a chap as is paid to read the papers reg'lar, and to put me on when there's anything in 'em as I want to know.

He's bin over here to-day and give me the office.

Here's the paper he left.' Father pulls out a crumpled-up dirty-lookin' bit of newspaper.