Fire would run only when the ground was absolutely dry, and when every twig or leaf was a combustible.

But during those eight-and-forty hours there might be comparative ease at Gangoil.
On the day following the night of the ride Mrs.Heathcote suggested to her husband that she and Kate should ride over to Medlicot's Mill, as the place was already named, and call on Mrs.Medlicot.

"It isn't Christian," she said, "for people living out in the bush as we are to quarrel with their neighbors just because they are neighbors." "Neighbors!" said Harry; "I don't know any word that there's so much humbug about.

The Samaritan was the best neighbor I ever heard of, and he lived a long way off, I take it.

Anyway, he wasn't a free-selector." "Harry, that's profane." "Every thing I say is wicked.