The children had time to get cool again, and Willie was a bit ashamed of his outbreak; and, another thing, supposing Eva did tell at home, they might send him back to Sydney. They might pack him back by the next mail. Good gracious! that would be dreadful, just when he was learning to ride well and knew all the dogs and horses—and—right in the beginning of the shearing, too! He didn’t want to go back to Sydney for months and months yet. He must try and conciliate himself with Eva somehow.
“My word, this is a pretty paddock, Eva.”
“Yes,” answered Eva, shortly.
“Real nice flowers down there, too. Nice yellow ones.”
“Yes,” answered Eva.
“I’ll get you a bunch if you like—a great big bunch, and—I’ll tell you what—I’ll carry them home myself.”
“Oh, I think it’s too hot!” said Eva, languidly. “They’d all fade.”
“Do you think so? What a pity!”
He didn’t know what else to say for a time.
“I’ll tell you what; I’ll come back when it’s cool, if you like, and get you a great big bunch.”