"Weren't you coming indoors again?" she asked.
"Don't you think it's nicer out here? Feels a bit tight in there. I say, Mary, I don't think I shall ever come and live on this place."
"Why not?"
"I don't like it."
"Why not?"
"It feels a bit heavy—and a bit tight to me."
"What shall you do then?"
"Oh, I don't know. I'll decide When I'm back at the camp. But I say, wouldn't you like this place? I'll give it you if you would. You're next of kin really. If you'll have it, I'll give it you."
Mary was silent for some time.
"And what do you think you'll do if you don't live here?" she asked. "Will you stay always on the goldfields?"