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Oohs
and
aahs
from
the
servants
,
and
Fee
speaking
her
judgment
in
that
measured
voice
,
gladness
underneath
.
"
If
he
does
n't
want
you
,
then
you
were
right
to
come
home
.
We
can
look
after
you
here
.
"
Her
old
room
,
looking
out
across
the
Home
Paddock
,
the
gardens
.
And
a
room
next
door
for
Justine
,
the
new
baby
when
it
came
.
Oh
,
it
was
so
good
to
be
home
!
Bob
was
glad
to
see
her
,
too
.
More
and
more
like
Paddy
,
he
was
becoming
a
little
bent
and
sinewy
as
the
sun
baked
his
skin
and
his
bones
to
dryness
.
He
had
the
same
gentle
strength
of
character
,
but
perhaps
because
he
had
never
been
the
progenitor
of
a
large
family
,
he
lacked
Paddy
's
fatherly
mien
.
And
he
was
like
Fee
,
also
.
Quiet
,
self-contained
,
not
one
to
air
his
feelings
or
opinions
.
He
had
to
be
into
his
middle
thirties
,
Meggie
thought
in
sudden
surprise
,
and
still
he
was
n't
married
.
Then
Jack
and
Hughie
came
in
,
two
duplicate
Bobs
without
his
authority
,
their
shy
smiles
welcoming
her
home
.
That
must
be
it
,
she
reflected
;
they
are
so
shy
,
it
is
the
land
,
for
the
land
does
n't
need
articulateness
or
social
graces
.
It
needs
only
what
they
bring
to
it
,
voiceless
love
and
wholehearted
fealty
.
The
Cleary
men
were
all
home
that
night
,
to
unload
a
truck
of
corn
Jims
and
Patsy
had
picked
up
from
the
AML&F
in
Gilly
.
"
I
've
never
seen
it
so
dry
,
Meggie
,
"
Bob
said
.
"
No
rain
in
two
years
,
not
a
drop
.
And
the
bunnies
are
a
bigger
curse
than
the
kangas
;
they
're
eating
more
grass
than
sheep
and
kangas
combined
.
We
're
going
to
try
to
hand-feed
,
but
you
know
what
sheep
are
.
"
Only
too
well
did
Meggie
know
what
sheep
were
.
Idiots
,
incapable
of
understanding
even
the
rudiments
of
survival
.
What
little
brain
the
original
animal
had
ever
possessed
was
entirely
bred
out
of
these
woolly
aristocrats
.
Sheep
would
n't
eat
anything
but
grass
,
or
scrub
cut
from
their
natural
environment
.
But
there
just
were
n't
enough
hands
to
cut
scrub
to
satisfy
over
a
hundred
thousand
sheep
.
"
I
take
it
you
can
use
me
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Can
we
!
You
'll
free
up
a
man
's
hands
for
scrubcutting
,
Meggie
,
if
you
'll
ride
the
inside
paddocks
the
way
you
used
to
.
"
