Little things like that pleased Mother.
"Anyway," she would sometimes say to Sal, "he's a useful old man, and knows how to look after things about the place." Casey did.

Whenever any watermelons were ripe, he looked after THEM and hid the skins in the ground.

And if a goanna or a crow came and frightened a hen from her nest Casey always got the egg, and when he had gobbled it up he would chase that crow or goanna for its life and shout lustily.
Every day saw Casey more at home at our place.

He was a very kind man, and most obliging.

If a traveller called for a drink of water, Casey would give him a cup of milk and ask him to wait and have dinner.