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"
Is
n't
it
wonderful
,
Mum
?
Frank
's
coming
home
in
time
for
Christmas
!
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Fee
,
"
it
is
wonderful
.
"
*
*
*
No
one
traveled
on
the
night
mail
these
days
if
they
could
fly
,
so
by
the
time
it
had
huffed
the
six
hundred
miles
from
Sydney
,
dropping
its
mostly
second-class
passengers
at
this
small
town
or
that
,
few
people
were
left
to
be
disgorged
in
Gilly
.
The
stationmaster
had
a
nodding
acquaintance
with
Mrs.
Cleary
but
would
never
have
dreamed
of
engaging
her
in
conversation
,
so
he
just
watched
her
descend
the
wooden
steps
from
the
overhead
footbridge
,
and
left
her
alone
to
stand
stiffly
on
the
high
platform
.
She
was
a
stylish
old
girl
,
he
thought
;
up-to-date
dress
and
hat
,
high-heeled
shoes
,
too
.
Good
figure
,
not
many
lines
on
her
face
really
for
an
old
girl
;
just
went
to
show
what
the
easy
life
of
a
grazier
could
do
for
a
woman
.
So
that
on
the
surface
Frank
recognized
his
mother
more
quickly
than
she
did
him
,
though
her
heart
knew
him
at
once
.
He
was
fifty-two
years
old
,
and
the
years
of
his
absence
were
those
which
had
carried
him
from
youth
to
middle
age
.
The
man
who
stood
in
the
Gilly
sunset
was
too
thin
,
gaunt
almost
,
very
pale
;
his
hair
was
cropped
halfway
up
his
head
,
he
wore
shapeless
clothes
which
hung
on
a
frame
still
hinting
at
power
for
all
its
small
size
,
and
his
well-shaped
hands
were
clamped
on
the
brim
of
a
grey
felt
hat
.
He
was
n't
stooped
or
ill-looking
,
but
he
stood
helplessly
twisting
that
hat
between
his
hands
and
seemed
not
to
expect
anyone
to
meet
him
,
nor
to
know
what
next
he
ought
to
do
.
Fee
,
controlled
,
walked
briskly
down
the
platform
.
"
Hello
,
Frank
,
"
she
said
.
He
lifted
the
eyes
which
used
to
flash
and
sparkle
so
,
set
now
in
the
face
of
an
aging
man
.
Not
Frank
's
eyes
at
all
.
Exhausted
,
patient
,
intensely
weary
.
But
as
they
absorbed
the
sight
of
Fee
an
extraordinary
expression
came
into
them
,
wounded
,
utterly
defenseless
,
filled
with
the
appeal
of
a
dying
man
.
