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Fee
sat
up
,
shivering
.
"
I
can
manage
.
"
"
I
think
we
ought
to
wait
,
"
Frank
said
hardily
.
"
I
do
n't
think
Mum
's
well
enough
to
travel
.
"
What
you
do
n't
seem
to
understand
,
Frank
,
is
that
if
we
miss
tonight
's
train
we
have
to
wait
a
whole
week
,
and
I
just
do
n't
have
the
price
of
a
week
's
stay
in
Sydney
in
my
pocket
.
This
is
a
big
country
,
and
where
we
're
going
is
n't
served
by
a
daily
train
.
We
could
get
as
far
as
Dubbo
on
any
one
of
three
trains
tomorrow
,
but
then
we
'd
have
to
wait
for
a
local
connection
,
and
they
told
me
we
'd
suffer
a
lot
more
traveling
that
way
than
if
we
make
the
effort
to
catch
tonight
's
express
.
"
"
I
'll
manage
,
Paddy
,
"
Fee
repeated
.
"
I
've
got
Frank
and
Meggie
;
I
'll
be
all
right
.
"
Her
eyes
were
on
Frank
,
pleading
for
his
silence
.
"
Then
I
'll
send
Mary
a
telegram
now
,
telling
her
to
expect
us
tomorrow
night
.
"
Central
Station
was
bigger
than
any
building
the
Clearys
had
ever
been
inside
,
a
vast
glass
cylinder
which
seemed
simultaneously
to
echo
and
absorb
the
din
of
thousands
of
people
waiting
beside
battered
,
strapped
suitcases
and
fixedly
watching
a
giant
indicator
board
which
men
with
long
poles
altered
by
hand
.
In
the
gathering
evening
darkness
they
found
themselves
a
part
of
the
throng
,
their
eyes
on
the
steel
concertina
gates
of
platform
five
;
though
shut
,
they
bore
a
large
hand-painted
sign
saying
GILLANBONE
MAIL
.
On
platform
one
and
platform
two
a
terrific
activity
heralded
the
imminent
departure
of
the
Brisbane
and
Melbourne
night
expresses
,
passengers
crowding
through
the
barriers
.
Soon
it
was
their
turn
,
as
the
gates
of
platform
five
squashed
themselves
open
and
the
people
began
eagerly
to
move
.
Paddy
found
them
an
empty
second-class
compartment
,
put
the
older
boys
by
the
windows
and
Fee
,
Meggie
and
the
baby
by
the
sliding
doors
which
led
into
the
long
corridor
connecting
compartments
.
Faces
would
peer
in
hopefully
in
sight
of
a
spare
seat
,
to
vanish
horrified
at
the
sight
of
so
many
young
children
.
Sometimes
being
a
large
family
was
an
advantage
.
The
night
was
cold
enough
to
warrant
unstrapping
of
the
big
tartan
traveling
rugs
all
the
suitcases
bore
on
their
outsides
;
though
the
carriage
was
not
heated
,
steel
boxes
full
of
hot
ashes
lay
along
the
floor
radiating
warmth
,
and
no
one
had
expected
heating
anyway
because
nothing
in
Australia
or
New
Zealand
was
ever
heated
.
"
How
far
is
it
,
Daddy
?
"
Meggie
asked
as
the
train
drew
out
,
clanking
and
rocking
gently
across
an
eternity
of
points
.
"
A
long
way
further
than
it
looked
on
our
atlas
,
Meggie
.
Six
hundred
and
ten
miles
.
We
'll
be
there
late
tomorrow
afternoon
.
"
