“At home, with Aunt Elizabeth. He's been fractious, and is being punished.”
“Being punished?”
“Yes, he's locked up in the spare room.”
“What did he do?”
“Put a saddle on the brindle bull calf, and tried to make it backjump.”
“Did it?”
“Oh, yes, beautifully, and Jim had his forehead cut, and a lot of blood came.”
Gerrard laughed as he put down his pipe, “And what did Uncle Westonley say?”
“Uncle Westonley is away in Sydney,” said the child gravely, and as she spoke her eyes filled with tears.
Gerrard understood. “Well, never mind, Mary; now you and I shall go and get these pippies.”