It's of no use to wince, my dear.

Nic has come out here to grow into a man, and he must begin to act like one.

You'll be careful with the piece, of course ?" "Yes, father: very." "That's right.

Now then, I'll tell you the great danger--one, however, that you are not likely to fall into now, because you will not go far enough--the danger is, being bushed." "Being bushed, father?
what's that ?" "Wandering into the bush and losing your way." "But I'm not likely to do that, father." "Old experienced colonists have been lost, Nic.

I have myself." "You have, my dear!" cried Mrs Braydon.