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Luddie
and
Anne
never
dreamed
Meggie
did
not
adore
Justine
,
that
she
felt
less
for
Justine
than
she
had
for
any
of
her
mother
's
younger
babies
.
Whenever
Justine
cried
Meggie
was
right
there
to
pick
her
up
,
croon
to
her
,
rock
her
,
and
never
was
a
baby
drier
or
more
comfortable
.
The
strange
thing
was
that
Justine
did
n't
seem
to
want
to
be
picked
up
or
crooned
over
;
she
quieted
much
faster
if
she
was
left
alone
.
As
time
went
on
she
improved
in
looks
.
Her
infant
skin
lost
its
redness
,
acquired
that
thin
blue-veined
transparency
which
goes
so
often
with
red
hair
,
and
her
little
arms
and
legs
filled
out
to
pleasing
plumpness
.
The
hair
began
to
curl
and
thicken
and
to
assume
forever
the
same
violent
shade
her
grandfather
Paddy
had
owned
.
Everyone
waited
anxiously
to
see
what
color
her
eyes
would
turn
out
to
be
,
Luddie
betting
on
her
father
's
blue
,
Anne
on
her
mother
's
grey
,
Meggie
without
an
opinion
.
But
Justine
's
eyes
were
very
definitely
her
own
,
and
unnerving
to
say
the
least
.
At
six
weeks
they
began
to
change
,
and
by
the
ninth
week
had
gained
their
final
color
and
form
.
No
one
had
even
seen
anything
like
them
.
Around
the
outer
rim
of
the
iris
was
a
very
dark
grey
ring
,
but
the
iris
itself
was
so
pale
it
could
n't
be
called
either
blue
or
grey
;
the
closest
description
of
the
color
was
a
sort
of
dark
white
.
They
were
riveting
,
uncomfortable
,
inhuman
eyes
,
rather
blind-looking
;
but
as
time
went
on
it
was
obvious
Justine
saw
through
them
very
well
.
Though
he
did
n't
mention
it
,
Doc
Smith
had
been
worried
by
the
size
of
her
head
when
she
was
born
,
and
kept
a
close
watch
on
it
for
the
first
six
months
of
her
life
;
he
had
wondered
,
especially
after
seeing
those
strange
eyes
,
if
she
did
n't
perhaps
have
what
he
still
called
water
on
the
brain
,
though
the
textbooks
these
days
were
calling
it
hydrocephalus
.
But
it
appeared
Justine
was
n't
suffering
from
any
kind
of
cerebral
dysfunction
or
malformation
;
she
just
had
a
very
big
head
,
and
as
she
grew
the
rest
of
her
more
or
less
caught
up
to
it
.
Luke
stayed
away
.
Meggie
had
written
to
him
repeatedly
,
but
he
neither
answered
nor
came
to
see
his
child
.
In
a
way
she
was
glad
;
she
would
n't
have
known
what
to
say
to
him
,
and
she
did
n't
think
he
would
be
at
all
entranced
with
the
odd
little
creature
who
was
his
daughter
.
Had
Justine
been
a
strapping
big
son
he
might
have
relented
,
but
Meggie
was
fiercely
glad
she
was
n't
.
She
was
living
proof
the
great
Luke
O'Neill
was
n't
perfect
,
for
if
he
was
he
would
surely
have
sired
nothing
but
sons
.
The
baby
thrived
better
than
Meggie
did
,
recovered
faster
from
the
birth
ordeal
.
By
the
time
she
was
four
months
old
she
ceased
to
cry
so
much
and
began
to
amuse
herself
as
she
lay
in
her
bassinet
,
fiddling
and
pinching
at
the
rows
of
brightly
colored
beads
strung
within
her
reach
.
But
she
never
smiled
at
anyone
,
even
in
the
guise
of
gas
pains
.
The
Wet
came
early
,
in
October
,
and
it
was
a
very
wet
Wet
.
The
humidity
climbed
to
100
percent
and
stayed
there
;
every
day
for
hours
the
rain
roared
and
whipped
about
Himmelhoch
,
melting
the
scarlet
soil
,
drenching
the
cane
,
filling
the
wide
,
deep
Dungloe
River
but
not
overflowing
it
,
for
its
course
was
so
short
the
water
got
away
into
the
sea
quickly
enough
.
While
Justine
lay
in
her
bassinet
contemplating
her
world
through
those
strange
eyes
,
Meggie
sat
dully
watching
Bartle
Frere
disappear
behind
a
wall
of
dense
rain
,
then
reappear
.
The
sun
would
come
out
,
writhing
veils
of
steam
issue
from
the
ground
,
the
wet
cane
shimmer
and
sparkle
diamond
prisms
,
and
the
river
seem
like
a
great
gold
snake
.
Then
hanging
right
across
the
vault
of
the
sky
a
double
rainbow
would
materialize
,
perfect
throughout
its
length
on
both
bows
,
so
rich
in
its
coloring
against
the
sullen
dark-blue
clouds
that
all
save
a
North
Queensland
landscape
would
have
been
paled
and
diminished
.
Being
North
Queensland
,
nothing
was
washed
out
by
its
ethereal
glow
,
and
Meggie
thought
she
knew
why
the
Gillanbone
countryside
was
so
brown
and
grey
;
North
Queensland
had
usurped
its
share
of
the
palette
as
well
.
One
day
at
the
beginning
of
December
.
Anne
came
out
onto
the
veranda
and
sat
down
beside
her
,
watching
her
.
