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　was　a　firm　believer　in　early　tuition。　　She　used　to　say　it　was　nice　for　young　people　to　know　how　to　dance；　and　be　able　to　take　their　part　when　they　went　out　anywhere；　and　not　be　awkward　and　stupid…looking　when　they　went　into　society。　　It　was　awful；　she　thought；　to　see　young　fellows　and　big　lumps　of　girls　like　the　Bradys　stalk　into　a　ballroom　and　sit　the　whole　night　long　in　a　corner；　without　attempting　to　get　up。　　She　did　n't　know　how　mothers　COULD　bring　children　up　so　ignorantly；　and　did　n't　wonder　at　some　of　them　not　being　able　to　find　husbands　for　their　daughters。

But　we　had　a　lot　to　feel　thankful　for。　　Besides　a　sympathetic　mother；　every　other　facility　was　afforded　us　to　become　accomplished。　　Abundance　of　freedom；　enthusiastic　sisters；　and　no　matter　how　things　were　goingwhether　the　corn　would　n't　come　up；　or　the　wheat　had　failed；　or　the　pumpkins　had　given　out；　or　the　water…hole　run　drywe　always　had　a　concertina　in　the　house。　　It　never　failed　to　attract　company。　　Paddy　Maloney　and　the　well…sinkers；　after　belting　and　blasting　all　day　long；　used　to　drop　in　at　night；　and　throw　the　table　outside；　and　take　the　girls　up；　and　prance　about　the　floor　with　them　till　all　hours。

Nearly　every　week　Mother　gave　a　ball。　　It　might　have　been　every　night　only　for　Dad。　　He　said　the　jumping　about　destroyed　the　ground…floorwore　it　away　and　made　the　room　like　a　well。　　And　whenever　it　rained　hard　and　the　water　rushed　in　he　had　to　bail　it　out。　　Dad　always　looked　on　the　dark　side　of　things。　　He　had　no　ear　for　music　either。　　His　want　of　appreciation　of　melody　often　made　the　home　miserable　when　it　might　have　been　the　merriest　on　earth。　　Sometimes　it　happened　that　he　had　to　throw　down　the　plough…reins　for　half…an…hour　or　so　to　run　round　the　wheat…paddock　after　a　horse　or　an　old　cow；　then；　if　he　found　Dave；　or　Sal；　or　any　of　us；　sitting　inside　playing　the　concertina　when　he　came　to　get　a　drink；　he　would　nearly　go　mad。

〃Can't　y'　find　anything　better　t'　do　than　everlastingly　playing　at　that　damn　thing？〃　he　would　shout。　　And　if　we　did　n't　put　the　instrument　down　immediately　he　would　tear　it　from　our　hands　and　pitch　it　outside。　　If　we　DID　lay　it　down　quietly　he　would　snatch　it　up　and　heave　it　out　just　as　hard。　　The　next　evening　he　would　devote　all　his　time　to　patching　the　fragments　together　with　sealing…wax。

Still；　despite　Dad's　antagonism；　we　all　turned　out　good　players。　　It　cost　us　nothing　either。　　We　learnt　from　each　other。　　Kate　was　the　first　that　learnt。　　SHE　taught　Sal。　　Sal　taught　Dave；　and　so　on。　　Sandy　Taylor　was　Kate's　tutor。　　He　passed　our　place　every　evening　going　to　his　selection；　where　he　used　to　sleep　at　night　（fulfilling　conditions）；　and　always　stopped　at　the　fence　to　yarn　with　Kate　about　dancing。　　Sandy　was　a　fine　dancer　himself；　very　light　on　his　feet　and　easy　to　waltz　withso　the　girls　made　out。　　When　the　dancing　subject　was　exhausted　Sandy　would　drag　some　hair　out　of　his　horse's　mane　and　say；　〃How's　the　concertina？〃　　〃It's　in　there；〃　Kate　would　answer。　　Then　turning　round　she　would　call　out；　〃JOE；　bring　the　concer'。〃

In　an　instant　Joe　would　strut　along　with　it。　　And　Sandy；　for　the　fiftieth　time；　would　examine　it　and　laugh　at　the　kangaroo…skin　straps　that　Dave　had　tacked　to　it；　and　the　scraps　of　brown　paper　that　were　plastered　over　the　ribs　of　it　to　keep　the　wind　in；　and；　cocking　his　left　leg　over　the　pommel　of　his　saddle；　he　would　sound　a　full　blast　on　it　as　a　preliminary。　　Then　he　would　strike　up　〃The　Rocky　Road　to　Dublin〃；　or　〃The　Wind　Among　the　Barley；〃；　or　some　other　beautiful　air；　and　grind　away　untiringly　until　it　got　darkuntil　mother　came　and　asked　him　if　he　would　n't　come　in　and　have　supper。　　Of　course；　he　always　would。　　After　supper　he　would　play　some　more。　Then　there　would　be　a　dance。

A　ball　was　to　be　held　at　Anderson's　one　Friday　night；　and　only　Kate　and　Dave　were　asked　from　our　place。　　Dave　was　very　pleased　to　be　invited；　it　was　the　first　time　he　had　been　asked　anywhere；　and　he　began　to　practise　vigorously。　　The　evening　before　the　ball　Dad　sent　him　to　put　the　draught　horses　in　the　top　paddock。　　He　went　off　merrily　with　them。　　The　sun　was　just　going　down　when　he　let　them　go；　and　save　the　noise　of　the　birds　settling　to　rest　the　paddock　was　quiet。　　Dave　was　filled　with　emotion　and　enthusiastic　thoughts　about　the　ball。

He　threw　the　winkers　down　and　looked　around。　　For　a　moment　or　two　he　stood　erect；　then　he　bowed　gracefully　to　the　saplings　on　his　right；　then　to　the　stumps　and　trees　on　his　left；　and　humming　a　tune；　ambled　across　a　small　patch　of　ground　that　was　bare　and　black；　and　pranced　back　again。　　He　opened　his　arms　and；　clasping　some　beautiful　imaginary　form　in　them；　swung　round　and　round　like　a　windmill。　　Then　he　paused　for　breath；　embraced　his　partner　again；　and　〃galloped〃　up　and　down。　　And　young　Johnson；　who　had　been　watching　him　in　wonder　from　behind　a　fence；　bolted　for　our　place。

〃Mrs。　Rudd！　　Mrs。　Rudd！〃　he　shouted　from　the　verandah。　　Mother　went　out。

〃Wot'swot's　up　with　Dave？〃

Mother　turned　pale。

〃There's　SOMETHING！〃

〃My　God！〃　Mother　exclaimed〃　WHATEVER　has　happened？〃

Young　Johnson　hesitated。　　He　was　in　doubt。

〃Oh！　　What　IS　it？〃　Mother　moaned。

〃Well〃　（he　drew　close　to　her）　〃he'she's　MAD！〃

〃OH…H！〃

〃He　IS。　　I　seen　'im　just　now　up　in　your　paddick；　an'　he's　clean　off　he's　pannikin。〃

Just　then　Dave　came　down　the　track　whistling。　　Young　Johnson　saw　him　and　fled。

For　some　time　Mother　regarded　Dave　with　grave　suspicion；　then　she　questioned　him　closely。

〃Yairs；〃　he　said；　grinning　hard；　〃I　was　goin'　through　th'　FUST　SET。〃

It　was　when　Kate　was　married　to　Sandy　Taylor　that　we　realised　what　a　blessing　it　is　to　be　able　to　dance。　　How　we　looked　forward　to　that　wedding！　　We　were　always　talking　about　it；　and　were　very　pleased　it　would　be　held　in　our　own　house；　because　all　of　us　could　go　then。　　None　of　us　could　work　for　thinking　of　iteven　Dad　seemed　to　forget　his　troubles　about　the　corn　and　Mick　Brennan's　threat　to　summon　him　for　half　the　fence。　Mother　said　we　would　want　plenty　of　water　for　the　people　to　drink；　so　Sandy　yoked　his　horse　to　the　slide；　and　he；　Dad；　and　Joe　started　for　the　springs。

The　slide　was　the　fork　of　a　tree；　alias　a　wheel…less　water…trolly。　　The　horse　was　hitched　to　the　butt　end；　and　a　batten　nailed　across　the　prongs　kept　the　cask　from　slipping　off　going　uphill。　　Sandy　led　the　way　and　carried　the　bucket；　Dad　went　ahead　to　clear　the　track　of　stones；　and　Joe　straddled　the　cask　to　keep　her　steady。

It　always　took　three　to　work　the　slide。

The　water　they　brought　was　a　little　thickold　Anderson　had　been　down　and　stirred　it　up　pulling　a　bullock　out；　but　Dad　put　plenty　ashes　in　the　cask　to　clear　it。

Each　of　us　had　his　own　work　to　do。　　Sandy　knocked　the　partition　down　and　decorated　the　place　with　boughs；　Mother　and　the　girls　cooked　and　covered　the　walls　with　newspapers；　and　Dad　gathered　cow…dung　and　did　the　floor。

Two　days　before　the　wedding。　　All　of　us　were　still　working　hard。　　Dad　was　up　to　his　armpits　in　a　bucket　of　mixture；　with　a　stack　of　cow…dung　on　one　side；　and　a　heap　of　sand　and　the　shovel　on　the　other。　　Dave　and　Joe　were　burning　a　cow　that　had　died　just　in　front　of　the　house；　and　Sandy　had　gone　to　town　for　his　tweed　trousers。

A　man　in　a　long；　black　coat；　white　collar；　and　new　leggings　rode　up；　spoke　to　Dad；　and　got　off。　　Dad　straightened　up　and　looked　awkward；　with　his　arms　hanging　wide　and　the　mixture　dripping　from　them。　　Mother　came　out。　The　cove　shook　hands　with　her；　but　he　did　n't　with　Dad。　　They　went　insidenot　Dad；　who　washed　himself　first。

Dave　sent　Joe　to　ask　Dad　who　the　cove　was。　　Dad　spoke　in　a　whisper　and　said　he　was　Mr。　Macpherson；　the　clergyman　who　was　to　marry　Kate　and　Sandy。　Dave　whistled　and　piled　more　wood　on　the　dead　cow。　　Mother　came　out　and　called　Dave　and　Joe。　　Dave　would　n't　go；　but　sent　Joe。

Dave　threw　another　log　on　the　cow；　then　thought　he　would　see　what　was　going　on　inside。

He　stood　at　the　window　and　looked　in。　　He　could　n't　believe　his　eyes　at　first；　and　put　his　head　right　in。　　There　were　Dad；　Joe；　and　the　lot　of　them　down　on　their　marrow…bones　saying　something　after　the　parson。　　Dave　was　glad　that　he　did　n't　go　in。

How　the　parson　prayed！　　Just　when　he　said　〃Lead　us　not　into　temptation〃　the　big　kangaroo…dog　slipped　in　and　grabbed　all　the　fresh　meat　on　the　table；　but　Dave　managed　to　kick　him　in　the　ribs　at　the　door。　　Dad　groaned　and　seemed　very　restless。

When　the　parson　had　gone　Dad　said　that　what　he　had　read　about　〃reaping　the　same　as　you　sow〃　was　all　rot；　and　spoke　about　the　time　when　we　sowed　two　bushels　of　barley　in　the　lower　paddock　and　got　a　big　stack　of　rye　from　it。

The　wedding　was　on　a　Wednesday；　and　at　three　o'clock　in　the　afternoon。　Most　of　the　people　came　before　dinner；　the　Hamiltons　arrived　just　after　breakfast。　　Talk　of　drays！the　little　paddock　could　n't　hold　them。

Jim　Mullins　was　the　only　one　who　came　in　to　dinner；　the　others　mostly　sat　on　their　heels　in　a　row　and　waited　in　the　shade　of　the　wire…fence。　　The　parson　was　the　last　to　come；　and　as　he　passed　in　he　knocked　his　head　against　the　kangaroo…leg　hanging　under　the　verandah。　　Dad　saw　it　swinging；　and　said　angrily　to　Joe：　　〃Did　n't　I　tell　you　to　take　that　down　this　morning？〃

Joe　unhooked　it　and　said：　　〃But　if　I　hang　it　anywhere　else　the　dog