"I'm goin' to ask Nanna—for—my—sheets—an'—fings!"
CHAPTER IX.
NARRUNG HOMESTEAD.
"Merle! Where are you?"
"Here," said a sulky voice.
"Make haste, then," said her father. "I want you."
Merle emerged from the shrubbery slowly. The expression on her face was not inviting, but her father was too preoccupied to notice it.
"Look after Dick, will you?" he said. "A man is sick in one of the huts in the far paddocks, and Mr. Lester is going with me to have a look at him. Show Dick round a bit and keep him entertained."
Merle scowled.
"Can't Bobby?" she asked.