Still she made no response, though now she turned and watched him vault into the saddle.

She also saw his face lighten at sight of Mrs Hensor's boy with the great pawpaw apple.

Tommy Hensor was a favourite with the Boss.
'Bless you, boy, it's as big as yourself.

Take it back to the Quarters and tell your mother to give you a slice, or perhaps her ladyship will cut it for you.' He trotted off in the direction of the gully and of the roar of cattle.
Lady Bridget could see the heaving backs of the mob, and could hear the shouts of the stockmen as they rounded the beasts to the crossing.
Tommy Hensor looked up pleadingly to her, holding out the pawpaw apple.
His yellow hair flamed to gold in the sunset, his blue eyes were as bright almost as Colin's.

Lady Bridget shook her head.
'No, I don't want you this evening, Tommy.