Bob had any idea of the bright memories she had
left behind her in the bush. Then as the Maluka crooned on, everything
but the crooning became vague and indistinct, and, beginning also to see
into the heart of things, I learned that when a woman finds love and
comradeship out-bush, little else is needed to make even the glowing
circle of a camp fire her home-circle.
Without any warning the Maluka's mood changed, "There is nae luck aboot
her house, there is nae luck at a'," he shouted lustily, and Dan, waking
from his reverie with a start, rose to the tempting bait.
"No LUCK about HER house!" he said. "It was Mrs. Bob that had no luck.
She struck a good, comfortable, well-furnished house first go off, and
never got an ounce of educating. She was chained to that house as surely
as ever a dog was chained to its kennel. But it'll never come to that
with the missus. Something's bound to happen to Johnny, just to keep her
from ever having a house. Poor Johnny, though," he added, warming up to
the subject. "It's hard luck for him. He's a decent little chap.
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