Nigel could be seen cutting lucerne with a billhook. They mooched towards him, absorbed as usual in discussing the goats.
Suddenly from the opposite direction came Nippy running full pelt, both hands clasped on the seat of his brief trousers.
âWhat is the matter?â Jandie cried, stopping him.
âSat on nan NANT â S NEST !â he yelled. âOw! Ooh! Ow! Iâm not crying, thoughâam I, Cherry?âOw!â
Cherry examined him carefully; wet drops forced their way down his red cheeks. âWellâ¦â she hesitated, âI donât know, Nippy, but Iâm afraid you are. â
âIâm not! Iâm not !â he screamed. âHow can I help what my eyes do? I â m not crying, I say!â
He would have rushed off again, but Jandie held him. âGood lad, youâll do,â she said. âWere they bull ants or black jacks? Quick, someone! Fetch a bracken root. The juice will take away the pain.â
Near the back door was a sandy patch where a few of the original bracken ferns still clung to life. Both Cherry and Brick, who had followed his brother, raced for them as Jandie took Nippy inside. They passed Mrs. Pinnerâs great bulk blocking the storehouse door, and heard her muttering to herself as she watched them.
âLot oâ fuss! Whatâs an ant sting, anyways? Should hev looked first where he sat down, the little fool. Do âim goodâ¦â
Brick overheard her words as he searched for his pocket knife to cut the fern.
âOh?â he called back, his grey eyes gleaming with temper. âIt was a lot of fuss, wasnât it, when that bee stung you the other day.â
âSsh!â Cherry whispered, pulling at his sleeve, âdonât get her going! Jandieâs going away and weâll be alone with her next week.â
âI donât care!â He lifted his voice again and cried, âI only hope you get a dozen bee stings on your nose.â
âOh, Brick! Sheâs furious now,â gasped Cherry. âListen to her!â
ââ¦so Iâll not tell your aunt how rude you speak to me this time,â Mrs. Pinner was calling, evidently in the hope that her employer would overhear; and then she added in a nasty low undertone for Brickâs especial benefit, âBut just you wait, you young larry! Iâll take it out of your hideâafter next week.â
âThere Brick! What did I tell you?â
âOhâlet her try,â said Brick stoutly, as he dashed away with the fern for Nippyâs sting.
3
Tas Leads an Expedition
There had been rain in the night and then, clean washed and fresh, the earth steamed gently in the morningâs sunshine. It was a day to make anyone glad; but they were not glad as they watched the old car lurch down the track with Jandie in it. Something flapped at the side like a handkerchief, probably a torn piece of the hood, for they knew it was not Jandieâs way to look back or wave good-byes. A group of blue gums at the corner soon swallowed car and all from sight.
âWell,â enquired Nippy at last, since nobody seemed inclined to move or speak, âshall we play âkangasâ?â
No one bothered to answer him. At last Tas spoke with a shake of his head, âWonder when weâll see her again?â
âOh,â Cherry replied with some importance, âI know, I had a talk with Jandie about her plans. Of course she might not be back next week, but I think she will.â
âWotâs she going for?â
âOh, business and that. And to fix up about beastly schools.â
âHuh! Thatâs wot she give you. She didnât tell my Ma that.â
âOh?â They all stared at Tas, disturbed by his tone. âWhat did she say, then?â
âOh, wellâ¦Iâm not sure. I dunnoâ¦I reckon,â he glanced uneasily at anxious faces turned towards him, âitâs jest I heard