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Frank
followed
him
to
the
tree
,
commonly
held
the
most
beautiful
in
this
part
of
Australia
.
Its
leaves
were
dense
and
a
pale
lime
green
,
its
shape
almost
perfectly
rounded
.
The
foliage
grew
so
close
to
the
ground
that
sheep
could
reach
it
easily
,
the
result
being
that
every
wilga
bottom
was
mown
as
straight
as
a
topiary
hedge
.
If
the
rain
began
they
would
have
more
shelter
under
it
than
any
other
tree
,
for
Australian
trees
were
generally
thinner
of
foliage
than
the
trees
of
wetter
lands
.
"
You
're
not
happy
,
Frank
,
are
you
?
"
Father
Ralph
asked
,
lying
down
with
a
sigh
and
rolling
another
smoke
.
From
his
position
a
couple
of
feet
away
Frank
turned
to
look
at
him
suspiciously
.
"
What
's
happy
?
"
"
At
the
moment
,
your
father
and
brothers
.
But
not
you
,
not
your
mother
,
and
not
your
sister
.
Do
n't
you
like
Australia
?
"
"
Not
this
bit
of
it
.
I
want
to
go
to
Sydney
.
I
might
have
a
chance
there
to
make
something
of
myself
.
"
"
Sydney
,
eh
?
It
's
a
den
of
iniquity
.
"
Father
Ralph
was
smiling
.
"
I
do
n't
care
!
Out
here
I
'm
stuck
the
same
way
I
was
in
New
Zealand
;
I
ca
n't
get
away
from
him
.
"
"
Him
?
"
But
Frank
had
not
meant
to
say
it
,
and
would
say
no
more
.
He
lay
looking
up
at
the
leaves
.
"
How
old
are
you
,
Frank
?
"
