have to be. For the first time she was wishing she had not persuaded her twin sister in England to send the children to the safety of the Tasmanian bush when war broke out. It would be different, she sighed, if there were anyone better than the Pinners to leave in charge. However, she reflected, in these days you were lucky to get anyone at all who knew their job, and she was a good cook and he certainly seemed excellent with sheep.
âWhat about the salt lick for the mothers?â Cherry called as she returned.
âYes, put it out for them, please.â Jandie watched the big brownish rock placed in the yard and then she said abruptly, âIâm going away next week, Cherry, Iâm going to leave you in charge of the goats. Do you think you can manage? Iâve got jobs for the boys, too, all except Nippy.â
âWell, he can do the cats. He does them anyhow.â
âYes,â Jandie smiled, âso he does. But your job isnât only the milking. Itâs complete charge, feeding, bedding, turning them out each day, and cleaning the sheds. Oh, and itâs setting the milk, skimming the cream, and making butter and cheese when you can.â
âWhat about Mrs. Pinner? She wonât likeâ¦â
âNever mind Mrs. Pinner! She will do the house and get the meals for you all as usual, thatâs all. Iâll explain to her exactly.â
âDo you mean, Jandie, that youâthat youâll be gone long?â
âI hope not, dear. I donât think so.â Again the worried look came on Jandieâs face. âWhen I was your age, Cherry, I didnât know what responsibility was. You children have had more than I like already, butâI may be delayed. I expect I have to go to Melbourne. If anything keeps me remember the goats are your job entirely. Itâs a big trust. Do what you and the boys think best, and never mind if things do go wrong sometimesâ¦Whatâs this Iâm saying? Of course Iâll probably be home again within a week. But just in caseâ¦Oh, and donât let a mail go out without writing to Mother and Dad, will you?â
ââCourse not!â Cherry swung a leg over the top rail and sitting on the top grinned down at her aunt. âYou think youâve bluffed me, donât you, Jandie? But you havenât. I know quite well why you are really going away.â
âOh, do you?â For a moment Jandie looked quite startled; then she recovered herself and laughed.
âYes,â crowed Cherry. âWeâve been wondering what was on your mind lately. Youâre not very clever at hiding things Iâm afraid, Jandie. Mother could show you! Of course since her letter came we guessed whatâs up. You are trying to get us all away to boarding schools , arenât you?â
âAm I?â said Jandie. âWell, now you mention it, you will have to be educated some day, I suppose. You canât grow up like savages.â
âWhy not, when thereâs a war on? Now meâIâm not a bit keen on school. Why not let me stay and help with the goats, and send Tas instead? Heâs clever, and he says he wishes heâd had more schooling.â
âTas clever? Somehow I never pictured him as a bookworm.â
âAh, but he might be. He says he never had a chance.â
âUmm? Never had a chance? Well, perhaps he hasnât. Iâm afraid, though, his education isnât our affair. Still Iâll have a chat about him with Mrs. Pinner some day. I think a lot of that boy. And donât any of you get too worked up about school, it wonât be till after Christmas. This side of the world the long summer holidays include Christmas, did you know that? Now, come on. Weâd better go in.â
They strolled towards the house by way of the vegetable garden. The scent of the broad bean flowers rivalled that of the violets over the fence, and in the long paddock beyond