"
We had finished supper, and the Maluka stretching himself luxuriously in
the firelight, made a nest in the warm leaves for me to settle down in.
"You're right, Dan," he said, after a short silence, "when I come to
think of it; I don't exactly see myself where the homelessness comes in.
A bite and a sup and a faithful dog, and a guidwife by a glowing hearth,
and what more is needed to make a home. Eh, Tiddle'ums?"
Tiddle'ums having for some time given the whole of her heart to the
Maluka, nestled closer to him and Dan gave an appreciative chuckle, and
pulled Sool'em's ears. The conversation promised to suit him exactly.
"Never got farther than the dog myself," he said. "Did I Sool'em, old
girl?" But Sool'em becoming effusive there was a pause until she could
be persuaded that "nobody wanted none of her licking tricks." As she
subsided Dan went on with his thoughts uninterrupted: "I've seen others
at the guidwife business, though, and it didn't seem too bad, but I never
struck it in a camp before. There was Mrs. Bob now. You've heard me
tell of her? I don't know how it was, but while she was out at the
"Downs" things seemed different.
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