His wife sat beside him, every now and again protecting him from the flies, while Kate Daly sat by with her Bible in her hand.

But she, too, from time to time, was watching her brother-in-law.

The trouble of his spirits and the work that he felt himself bound to do touched them with a strong feeling, and taught them to regard him for the time as a young hero.
"How quietly he sleeps!" Kate said.

"The fatigue of the last week must have been terrible." "He is quite, quite knocked up," said the wife.
"I ain't knocked up a bit," said Harry, jumping up from his chair.
"What should knock me up?
I wasn't asleep, was I ?" "Just dozing, dear." "Ah, well; there isn't any thing to do, and it's too hot to get out.
I wonder Old Bates didn't come in for prayers." "I don't think he cares much for prayers," said Mrs.Heathcote.
"But he likes an excuse for a nobbler as well as any one.

Did I tell you that they had fires over at Jackson's yesterday--at Goolaroo ?" "Was there any harm done ?" "A deal of grass burned, and they had to drive the sheep, which won't serve them this kind of weather.