Only it struck me that there's sometimes a lot of truth in nonsense.

Listen now,' and she went on: '"My life is a bore in this nasty pond, And I long to go out in the world beyond.
I wish I could hop like you!" Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.' He still looked puzzled--but adoring.
'You've got no sense of humour,' she said, 'Don't you see that you and I are as incongruous as the duck and the kangaroo ?' 'That is so,' he answered gravely.

'But I'll be a kangaroo with pleasure if it makes the Bush more attractive to you.' She fell suddenly silent again, and sat gloomy and staring at the endless procession of gum trees as the train lumbered on through that fantastic forest, which made her think of all kinds of ridiculous things.

And she was conscious all the time of his furtive watching from the corner opposite, and of his readiness to spring forward at the least indication of her wanting anything.

It bewildered her--the strangeness of being alone with, entirely dependent upon this big man of the Bush, who had the right to look after her, and yet of whom she knew so little.
He did look after her with sedulous care.