"Who's she ?" "Because you've got to talk to them blackfellows so's they can understand you, sir.

White Mary's white woman to them.

He's going to take the pails as he fills 'em in to Miss Janet: she sees to the dairy.
And Miss Hilda, she's White Mary too, and so's your mar." "Oh," said Nic thoughtfully.

"Now then, I want to see the horses." "Which?
those on the run or in the stable ?" "On the run ?" "Yes.

They're miles away, and you'd want to ride." "Well, in the stable." "This way, then; but won't you come and see my garden first?
I've got real apple trees a-growing." "I'll see the garden after.