Varlie.
Waal, boys! Here we are again. I have just delivered your new shearing gear down at your homestead and they told me down in the valley I should strike your trail up here, so I flicked up my grey mare to keep you from feelin’ lonesome without me.
Robert.
(Amiably.) Halloo, Varlie. We aren’t lonesome to-day.
Varlie.
(Looking from one to the other.) The ladies! I just can’t quit now though I guess I’m as little wanted as a bug in a blanket.
Robert.
Not a wet blanket anyway.
Gordon.
You’re welcome. We’ll show you off. Miss Loveday Lewisham is fresh out from home and wants to see all the native sights. Miss Loveday, this is Mr. John Varlie, the universal provider. A regular conjurer who wafts the appliances of civilisation into our rude wilderness.