"I would get ready to start to-morrow if necessary."
"So would I. Melbourne is a nice city, but I'd rather be on dad's farm, eatin' supper in the old kitchen, than in the best hotel here."
"After all, there's no place like home, Obed."
"That's a fact, but perhaps Jack doesn't feel so."
"My home isn't what it was once," said Jack soberly. "If mother hadn't married again it would have been different, but I never can like or respect my step-father."
"There's one place you ought to visit before you start for home, Harry," suggested Obed.
"I mean to see the city pretty thoroughly before I go, as I don't imagine I shall ever come this way again."
"That's all right, but it isn't what I mean."
"What then?"
"Do you remember the old gentleman you saved from a ruffian the night before you started for the mines?"