eered to help her. I held down the line while she threw
the things over and pegged out. As we got near the post and higher I
straightened out some ends and pegged myself. Bushmen are handy at most
things. We laughed, and now and again Mary would say, 'No, that's not
the way, Mr Wilson; that's not right; the sheet isn't far enough over;
wait till I fix it,' &c. I'd a reckless idea once of holding her up
while she pegged, and I was glad afterwards that I hadn't made such a
fool of myself.

'There's only a few more things in the basket, Miss Brand,' I said. 'You
can't reach--I'll fix 'em up.'

She seemed to give a little gasp.

'Oh, those things are not ready yet,' she said, 'they're not rinsed,'
and she grabbed the basket and held it away from me. The things looked
the same to me as the rest on the line; they looked rinsed enough and
blued too. I reckoned that she didn't want me to take the trouble, or
thought that I mightn't like to be seen hanging out clothes, and was
only doing it out of kindness.

'Oh, it's no trouble,' I said, 'let me hang 'em out. I like it. I've
hung out clothes at home on a windy day,' and I made a reach into the
basket. But she flushed red, with temper I thought, and snatched the
basket away.

'Excuse me, Mr Wilson,' she said, 'but those things are not ready yet!'
and she marched into the wash-house.

'Ah well! you've got a little temper of your own,' I thought to myself.

When I told Jack, he said that I'd made another fool of myself. He said
I'd both disappointed and offended her. He said that my line was to
stand off a bit and be serious and melancholy in the background.

That evening when we'd started home, we stopped some time yarning with
a chap we met at the gate; and I happened to look back, and saw Mary
hanging out the rest of the things--she thought that we were out of
sight. Then I understood why those things weren't ready while we were
round.

For the next day or two Mary didn't take the slightest notice of me,
and I kept out of her way. Jack said I'd disillusioned her--and hurt her
dignity--which was a thousand times worse. He said I'd spoilt the thing
altogether. He said that she'd got an idea that I was shy and poetic,
and I'd only shown myself the usual sort of Bush-whacker.

I noticed her talking and chatting with other fellows once or twice, and
it made me miserable. I got drunk two evenings running, and then, as it
appeared afterwards, Mary consulted Jack, and at la