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"Of all the idiotic things I've heard of, this takes the pastry," young Rory Borrn exclaimed, as his father, who had been in town for a couple of days, returned to Broonah with an unwelcome visitor. "I reckon the boss wants his brains brushed. And the hide of that fellow to come here!" Saying which, he strode indignantly out on to the lawn, where he was soon busy erecting a tent as a sleeping-out shelter.
Broonah Station was generally a quiet place at Christmas time, for the shearing was then over, the scouring and pressing completed, and the tinkle of carriers' bells a thing of the past.