“Come along! Sandy, Paul, and Reginald are driving in the cows; though we have a few which won’t come up to ‘the bail,’ as they will soon be taught to do; and it will be some fun to you to see how we manage things.”
“You don’t expect me to milk cows?” said Hector, as they walked along.
“Indeed I do, if you are to have milk for breakfast; it is what young hands like you and the girls are most suited for.”
“I am older than you are,” exclaimed Hector, looking indignantly at Harry.
“Older in years, but younger in this country. Why, my little brother Rob is of more use than you’ll be for months to come, if you don’t look sharp about it.”
“It’s a horrid country, to say the best of it; I wish I hadn’t come out here,” exclaimed Hector.
“It is my country,” answered Harry, “and I’ll not have it abused. It is as fine a country as any in the world, or finer, I believe.”
“You call that rocky range, which took us three days to get over, a fine country!”
“Ah! that’s nothing! you must take the rough with the smooth. I dare say there are quite as many rugged places in England.”
“From what I have seen of it, all I can say is, I intend to leave your beautiful country as soon as papa gets back some of his property. I hope to obtain a commission in the Guards.”