For some days this precaution was continued, but as nothing more was heard of black marauders the Brook family gradually ceased to feel anxious, and the nightly watch was given up.
Chapter Eight.
Shows the Pleasures, Pains, and Penalties of Housekeeping in the Bush.
“Don’t you think this a charming life?” asked Mrs Brook of Mrs Merton, who had been her guest for a week.
Mrs Merton was about thirty years of age, and opinionated, if not strong-minded, also rather pretty. She had married young, and her eldest son, a lad of twelve, had brought her from her husband’s farm, some three miles distant from that of Edwin Brook.
“No, Mrs Brook, I don’t like it at all,” was Mrs Merton’s emphatic reply.
“Indeed!” said Mrs Brook, in some surprise.
She said nothing more after this for some time, but continued to ply her needle busily, while Mrs Scholtz, who by some piece of unusual good fortune had got Junkie to sleep, plied her scissors in cutting out and shaping raw material.