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But
I
want
a
home
!
I
want
Justine
to
have
brothers
and
sisters
,
I
want
to
dust
my
own
furniture
,
I
want
to
make
curtains
for
my
own
windows
,
cook
on
my
own
stove
for
my
own
man
.
Oh
,
Anne
!
I
'm
just
an
ordinary
sort
of
a
woman
;
I
'm
not
ambitious
or
intelligent
or
well
educated
,
you
know
that
.
All
I
want
is
a
husband
,
children
,
my
own
home
.
And
a
bit
of
love
from
someone
!
"
Anne
got
out
her
handkerchief
,
wiped
her
eyes
and
tried
to
laugh
.
"
What
a
soppy
pair
we
are
!
But
I
do
understand
,
Meggie
,
really
I
do
.
I
've
been
married
to
Luddie
for
ten
years
,
the
only
truly
happy
ones
of
my
life
.
I
had
infantile
paralysis
when
I
was
five
years
old
,
and
it
left
me
like
this
.
I
was
convinced
no
one
would
ever
look
at
me
.
Nor
did
they
,
God
knows
.
When
I
met
Luddie
I
was
thirty
years
old
,
teaching
for
a
living
.
He
was
ten
years
younger
than
me
,
so
I
could
n't
take
him
seriously
when
he
said
he
loved
me
and
wanted
to
marry
me
.
How
terrible
,
Meggie
,
to
ruin
a
very
young
man
's
life
!
For
five
years
I
treated
him
to
the
worst
display
of
downright
nastiness
you
could
imagine
,
but
he
always
came
back
for
more
.
So
I
married
him
,
and
I
've
been
happy
.
Luddie
says
he
is
,
but
I
'm
not
sure
.
He
's
had
to
give
up
a
lot
,
including
children
,
and
he
looks
older
than
I
do
these
days
,
poor
chap
.
"
"
It
's
the
life
,
Anne
,
and
the
climate
.
"
The
rain
stopped
as
suddenly
as
it
had
begun
;
the
sun
came
out
,
the
rainbows
waxed
to
full
glory
in
the
steamy
sky
,
Mount
Bartle
Frere
loomed
lilac
out
of
the
scudding
clouds
.
Meggie
spoke
again
.
"
I
'll
go
I
'm
very
grateful
to
you
for
thinking
of
it
;
it
's
probably
what
I
need
.
But
are
you
sure
Justine
wo
n't
be
too
much
trouble
?
"
"
Lord
,
no
!
Luddie
's
got
it
all
worked
out
.
Anna
Maria
,
who
used
to
work
for
me
before
you
came
,
has
a
younger
sister
,
Annunziata
,
who
wants
to
go
nursing
in
Townsville
.
But
she
wo
n't
be
sixteen
until
March
,
and
she
finishes
school
in
a
few
days
.
So
while
you
're
away
she
's
going
to
come
here
.
She
's
an
expert
foster
mother
,
too
.
There
are
hordes
of
babies
in
the
Tesoriero
clan
.
"
"
Matlock
Island
.
Where
is
it
?
"
"
Just
near
Whitsunday
Passage
on
the
Great
Barrier
Reef
.
It
's
very
quiet
and
private
,
mostly
a
honeymoon
resort
,
I
suppose
.
You
know
the
sort
of
thing
--
cottages
instead
of
a
central
hotel
.
You
wo
n't
have
to
go
to
dinner
in
a
crowded
dining
room
,
or
be
civil
to
a
whole
heap
of
people
you
'd
rather
not
talk
to
at
all
.
And
at
this
time
of
year
it
's
just
about
deserted
,
because
of
the
danger
of
summer
cyclones
.
The
Wet
is
n't
a
problem
,
but
no
one
ever
seems
to
want
to
go
to
the
Reef
in
summer
.
Probably
because
most
of
the
people
who
go
to
the
Reef
come
from
Sydney
or
Melbourne
,
and
summer
down
there
is
lovely
without
going
away
.
In
June
and
July
and
August
the
southerners
have
it
booked
out
for
three
years
ahead
.
"
On
the
last
day
of
1937
Meggie
caught
the
train
to
Townsville
.
Though
her
holiday
had
scarcely
begun
,
she
already
felt
much
better
,
for
she
had
left
the
molasses
reek
of
Dunny
behind
her
.
The
biggest
settlement
in
North
Queensland
,
Townsville
was
a
thriving
town
of
several
thousands
living
in
white
wooden
houses
atop
stilts
.
A
tight
connection
between
train
and
boat
left
her
with
no
time
to
explore
,
but
in
a
way
Meggie
was
n't
sorry
she
had
to
rush
to
the
wharf
without
a
chance
to
think
;
after
that
ghastly
voyage
across
the
Tasman
sixteen
years
ago
she
was
n't
looking
forward
to
thirty-six
hours
in
a
ship
much
smaller
than
the
Wahine
.
