I was rather glad she couldn't, for it would spoil the surprise a little,
I thought. I wanted that all to myself.
I got home about sunset next day, and, after tea, when I'd finished
telling Mary all the news, and a few lies as to why I didn't
bring the cart back, and one or two other things, I sat with James,
out on a log of the wood-heap, where we generally had
our smokes and interviews, and told him all about the buggy.
`But what do you want to make it such a Bushranging business for?
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