Those that hadn't heard of our little game with the Momberah cattle would hear of our getting out of Berrima Gaol, which wasn't done every day.
We hadn't a deal of time to spare, because we meant to start off for the Hollow that afternoon, and get there some time in the night, even if it was late.

Jim and dad knew the way in almost blindfold.

Once we got there we could sleep for a week if we liked, and take it easy all roads.
So father told mother and Aileen straight that we'd come for a good comfortable meal and a rest, and we must be off again.
'Oh! father, can't Dick and Jim stop for a day ?' cries out Aileen.

'It does seem so hard when we haven't seen Dick for such a while; and he shut up too all the time.' 'D'ye want to have us all took the same as last time ?' growls father.
'Women's never contented as I can see.

For two pins I wouldn't have brought them this way at all.