But although it was a great sight to see a piccaninny "come
on big-fellow," nothing could compare with the joy of looking through the
reversed end of the glass, into a world where great men became "little
fellow," unless it were the marvel of watching dim, distant specks as
they took on the forms of birds, beasts, or men.
The waggons gone, and with them Nellie's shyness, she quietly ousted Rosy
from her position at the head of the staff. "Me sit down first time,"
she said; and happy, smiling Rosy, retiring, obeyed orders as willingly
as she had given them. With Nellie and Rosy at the head of affairs,
house-cleaning passed unnoticed, and although, after the arrival of
unlimited changes of everything, washing-day threatened to become a
serious business, they coped with that difficulty by continuing to live
in a cycle of washing days - every alternate day only, though, so as to
leave time for gardening.
The gardening staff, which consisted of a king, an heir-apparent, and a
royal councillor, had been engaged to wheel barrow-loads of rich loamy
soil from the billabong to the garden beds; but as its members preferred
gossiping in the shade to work of any kind, the gardening took time and
supervision.
"That'll do, Gadgerrie?" was the invariable question after each load, as
the staff prepared to sit down for a gossip; and "Gadgerrie" had to start
every one afresh, after deciding whose turn it was to ride back to the
billabong in the barrow.
