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for it?'
`No,' I said. `That's all right. My face doesn't hurt me a bit now.'
But she didn't seem right.
`What is it, Mary?' I said. `Are you tired? You didn't sleep
last night ----' Then I got an inspiration.
`Mary,' I said, `what were you doing out with the gun this morning?'
And after some coaxing it all came out, a bit hysterical.
`I couldn't sleep -- I was frightened. Oh! I had such a terrible dream
about you, Joe! I thought Romany came back and got into your room
and stabbed you with his knife. I got up and dressed, and about daybreak
I heard a horse at the gate; then I got the gun down from the wall --
and -- and Mr Barnes came round the corner and frightened me.
He's something like Romany, you know.'
Then I got as much of her as I could into my arms.
And, oh, but wasn't I happy walking home with Mary that night!
She was too little for me to put my arm round her waist,
so I put it round her shoulder, and that felt just as good.
I remember I asked her who'd cleaned up my room and washed my things,
but she wouldn't tell.
She wouldn't go back to the dance yet; she said she'd go into her room
and rest a while. There was no one near the old verandah;
and when she stood on the end of the floor she was just on a level
with my shoulder.
`Mary,' I whispered, `put your arms round my neck and kiss me.'
She put her arms round my neck, but she didn't kiss me; she only hid her face.
`Kiss me, Mary!' I said.
`I -- I don't like to,' she whispered.
`Why not, Mary?'
Then I felt her crying or laughing, or half crying and half laughing.
I'm not sure to this day which it was.
`Why won't you kiss me, Mary? Don't you love me?'
`Because,' she said, `because -- because I -- I don't -- I don't think
it's right for -- for a girl to -- to kiss a man unless she's going
to be his wife.'
Then it dawned on me! I'd forgot all about proposing.
`Mary,' I said, `would you marry a chap like me?'
And that was all right.
. . . . .
Next morning Mary cleared out my room and sorted out my things,
and didn't take the slightest notice of the other girls' astonishment.
But she made me promise to speak to old Black, and I did the same evening.
I found him sitting on the log by the fence, having a yarn on the quiet
with an old Bushman; and when the old Bushman got up and went away,
I sat down.
`Well, Joe,' said Black, `I see somebody's been spoiling your face
for the dance.' And after a bit he said, `Well, Joe, what is it?
Do you want another job? If you do, you'll have to ask Mrs Black, or Bob'
(Bob was his eldest son); `they're managing the station for me now, you know.'
He could be bitter sometimes in his quiet way.
`No,' I said; `it's not that, Boss.'
`Well, what is it, Joe?'
`I -- well the fact is, I want little Mary.'
He puffed at his pipe for a long time, then I thought he spoke.
`What did you say, Boss?' I said.
`Nothing, Joe,' he said. `I was going to say a lot, but it wouldn't be
any use. My father used to say a lot to me before I was married.'
I waited a good while for him to speak.
`Well, Boss,' I said, `what about Mary?'
`Oh! I suppose that's all right, Joe,' he said. `I -- I beg your pardon.
I got thinking of the days when I was courting Mrs Black.'
Brighten's Sister-In-Law.
Jim was born on Gulgong, New South Wales. We used to say `on' Gulgong --
and old diggers still talked of being `on th' Gulgong' --
though the goldfield there had been worked out for years,
and the place was only a dusty little pastoral town in the scrubs.
Gulgong was about the last of the great alluvial `rushes'
of the `roaring days' -- and dreary and dismal enough it looked
when I was there. The expression `on' came from being on
the `diggings' or goldfield -- the workings or the goldfield
was all underneath, of course, so we lived (or starved) ON them --
not in nor at 'em.
Mary and I had been married about two years when Jim came ----
His name wasn't `Jim', by the way, it was `John Henry',
`No,' I said. `That's all right. My face doesn't hurt me a bit now.'
But she didn't seem right.
`What is it, Mary?' I said. `Are you tired? You didn't sleep
last night ----' Then I got an inspiration.
`Mary,' I said, `what were you doing out with the gun this morning?'
And after some coaxing it all came out, a bit hysterical.
`I couldn't sleep -- I was frightened. Oh! I had such a terrible dream
about you, Joe! I thought Romany came back and got into your room
and stabbed you with his knife. I got up and dressed, and about daybreak
I heard a horse at the gate; then I got the gun down from the wall --
and -- and Mr Barnes came round the corner and frightened me.
He's something like Romany, you know.'
Then I got as much of her as I could into my arms.
And, oh, but wasn't I happy walking home with Mary that night!
She was too little for me to put my arm round her waist,
so I put it round her shoulder, and that felt just as good.
I remember I asked her who'd cleaned up my room and washed my things,
but she wouldn't tell.
She wouldn't go back to the dance yet; she said she'd go into her room
and rest a while. There was no one near the old verandah;
and when she stood on the end of the floor she was just on a level
with my shoulder.
`Mary,' I whispered, `put your arms round my neck and kiss me.'
She put her arms round my neck, but she didn't kiss me; she only hid her face.
`Kiss me, Mary!' I said.
`I -- I don't like to,' she whispered.
`Why not, Mary?'
Then I felt her crying or laughing, or half crying and half laughing.
I'm not sure to this day which it was.
`Why won't you kiss me, Mary? Don't you love me?'
`Because,' she said, `because -- because I -- I don't -- I don't think
it's right for -- for a girl to -- to kiss a man unless she's going
to be his wife.'
Then it dawned on me! I'd forgot all about proposing.
`Mary,' I said, `would you marry a chap like me?'
And that was all right.
. . . . .
Next morning Mary cleared out my room and sorted out my things,
and didn't take the slightest notice of the other girls' astonishment.
But she made me promise to speak to old Black, and I did the same evening.
I found him sitting on the log by the fence, having a yarn on the quiet
with an old Bushman; and when the old Bushman got up and went away,
I sat down.
`Well, Joe,' said Black, `I see somebody's been spoiling your face
for the dance.' And after a bit he said, `Well, Joe, what is it?
Do you want another job? If you do, you'll have to ask Mrs Black, or Bob'
(Bob was his eldest son); `they're managing the station for me now, you know.'
He could be bitter sometimes in his quiet way.
`No,' I said; `it's not that, Boss.'
`Well, what is it, Joe?'
`I -- well the fact is, I want little Mary.'
He puffed at his pipe for a long time, then I thought he spoke.
`What did you say, Boss?' I said.
`Nothing, Joe,' he said. `I was going to say a lot, but it wouldn't be
any use. My father used to say a lot to me before I was married.'
I waited a good while for him to speak.
`Well, Boss,' I said, `what about Mary?'
`Oh! I suppose that's all right, Joe,' he said. `I -- I beg your pardon.
I got thinking of the days when I was courting Mrs Black.'
Brighten's Sister-In-Law.
Jim was born on Gulgong, New South Wales. We used to say `on' Gulgong --
and old diggers still talked of being `on th' Gulgong' --
though the goldfield there had been worked out for years,
and the place was only a dusty little pastoral town in the scrubs.
Gulgong was about the last of the great alluvial `rushes'
of the `roaring days' -- and dreary and dismal enough it looked
when I was there. The expression `on' came from being on
the `diggings' or goldfield -- the workings or the goldfield
was all underneath, of course, so we lived (or starved) ON them --
not in nor at 'em.
Mary and I had been married about two years when Jim came ----
His name wasn't `Jim', by the way, it was `John Henry',