“Does she really?” and the grey eyes twinkled. “That's only her way of talking, you see. 'Godless and wild' doesn't mean anything very bad when Aunt Elizabeth says it It only means—well, nothing particular. When you are older you will understand.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Uncle Tom!”
“Yes, Uncle Tom.”
“Now, Mary, what about these pippies? Will you let me come with you? I'm awfully fond of pippies—can eat bushels of 'em.”
“Yes, Uncle Tom,” and the child's face lighted up, “oh! I wish Jim was here too. Are you his uncle, too?”
Gerrard rubbed his cheek thoughtfully. His sister Elizabeth had no children, and he wondered who Jim could be.
“No, I don't think I am. When did he come to Marumbah?”
“Uncle Westonley brought him from Sydney about—about six months ago.”
“Where is he now?”