"You are not sitting very comfortably, Polly, I fear ?" he said.
Polly righted herself yet again, and reddened.

"It's my ...

my feet aren't long enough," she replied.
"Why, my poor little love!" cried Mahony, full of quick compunction.
"Why didn't you say so ?" And drawing rein and getting down, he stuffed some of Mrs.Beamish's bundles--fragments of the feast, which the good woman had sent with them--under his wife's feet; stuffed too many, so that Polly drove the rest of the way with her knees raised to a hump in front of her.

All the afternoon they had been making for dim blue ranges.

After leaving the flats near Geelong, the track went up and down.