“I like their chance!” said Wally firmly.
“Anyhow, we’ll all go back; and that’s all that matters,” said Norah. Her eyes dwelt wistfully on the two tall lads.
“And meanwhile,” said Jim, “we’ll all go down to Fuller’s and have morning tea. One thing, young Norah, you won’t find a Fuller’s in Cunjee!”
“Why would I be trying?” Norah asked cheerfully. “Sure isn’t there Brownie at Billabong?”
“Hear, hear!” agreed Wally. “When I think of Brownie’s pikelets——”
“Or Brownie’s scones,” added Norah. “Or her sponge-cakes.”
“Or Brownie’s tea-pot, as large and as brown as herself,” said Mr. Linton—“then London is a desert. But we’ll make the best of it for the present. Come along to Fuller’s.”
CHAPTER II
THE HOME FOR TIRED PEOPLE
“To begin with,” said Jim—“what’s the place like?”
“Eighty acres, with improvements,” answered his father. “And three farms—all let.”