"Hil is quite right.

There's nothing to mind." "But he said the blacks were going to attack the waggon, my dear," cried Mrs Braydon anxiously.

"We had better send over to Mr Dillon for a party to go and meet them." "Oh, nonsense, mother!" said Hilda, giving her dark brown curls a toss; "father would laugh at the idea.

He'll fire a few shots over their heads and send them scrambling away." "Yes, of course," said Janet calmly enough.

"Mamma is a little nervous sometimes, Nic.