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Mates at Billabong
Mary Grant Bruce

CHAPTER I. NORAH'S HOME
CHAPTER II. TOGETHER
CHAPTER III. A BATH——AND AN INTRODUCTION
CHAPTER IV. CUTTING OUT
CHAPTER V. TWO POINTS OF VIEW
CHAPTER VI. COMING HOME
CHAPTER VII. JIM UNPACKS
CHAPTER VIII. A THUNDERSTORM
CHAPTER IX. THE BILLABONG DANCE
CHAPTER X. CHRISTMAS
CHAPTER XI. "LO, THE POOR INDIAN!"
CHAPTER XII. OF POULTRY
CHAPTER XIII. STATION DOINGS
CHAPTER XIV. CUNJEE v. MULGOA
CHAPTER XV. THE RIDE HOME
CHAPTER XVI. A CHILD'S PONY
CHAPTER XVII. ON THE HILLSIDE
CHAPTER XVIII. BROTHER AND SISTER
CHAPTER XIX. THE LONG QUEST
CHAPTER XX. MATES


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CHAPTER I. NORAH'S HOME
The grey old dwelling, rambling and wide,
With the homestead paddocks on either side,
And the deep verandahs and porches tall
Where the vine climbs high on the trellised wall.
G. ESSEX EVANS.
Billabong homestead lay calm and peaceful in the slanting rays of the sum that
crept down the western sky. The red roofs were half hidden in the surrounding
trees——pine and box and mighty blue gums towering above the tenderer green of
the orchard, and the wide-flung tendrils of the Virginia creeper that was
pushing slender fingers over the old walls. If you came nearer, you found how
the garden rioted in colour under the touch of early summer, from the crimson
rambler round the eastern bay window to the "Bonfire" salvia blazing in masses
on the lawn; but from the paddocks all that could be seen was the mass of green,
and the mellow red of the roof glimpsing through. Further back came a glance of
rippled silver, where the breeze caught the surface of the lagoon——too lazy a
breeze to do more than faintly stir the reed-fringed water. Towards it a flight