From the back premises they went down to the creek to gauge the water.

Then they sauntered on, keeping always in the shade, sitting down here to smoke, and standing up there to discuss the pedigree of some particular ram, till it was past six.
"You may as well come in and dine with us, Mr.Bates," Harry suggested, as they returned toward the station.
Mr.Bates said that he thought that he would.

As the same invitation was given on almost every Sunday throughout the year, and was invariably answered in the same way, there was not much excitement in this.

But Mr.Bates would not have dreamed of going in to dinner without being asked.
"That's Medlicot's trap," said Mr.Bates, as they entered the yard.
"I heard wheels when they were in the horse paddock." Harry looked at the trap, and then went quickly into the house.
He walked with a rapid step onto the veranda, and there he found the sugar grower and his mother.

Mrs.Heathcote looked at her husband almost timidly.