"Well!" Mac said, after we had completed a survey. "I said it wasn't a
fit place for a woman, didn't I?"
But the Head-stockman was in one of his argumentative moods. "Any place
is a fit place for a woman," he said, "provided the woman is fitted for
the place. The right man in the right place, you know. Square people
shouldn't try to get into round holes."
"The woman's SQUARE enough!" the Maluka interrupted; and Mac added, "And
so is the HOLE," with a scornful emphasis on the word "hole."
Dan chuckled, and surveyed the queer-looking building with new interest.
"It reminds me of a banyan tree with corrugated-iron foliage," he said,
adding as he went into details, "In a dim light the finished room would
pass for the trunk of the tree and the uprights for the supports of the
branches."
But the Maluka thought it looked more like a section of a mangrove swamp,
piles and all.
"It looks very like a house nearly finished," I said severely; for,
because of the verandah and many promises, I was again hopeful for
something approaching that commodious station home.
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