"Liz," said Jyne, maliciously, for she immediately grudged Sis's efforts to chase the fowls out of the dining-room. "Wot's thet there flower?" pointing to the vase
"Wile huniyon," said Liz, promptly.
"Er, is it? Thet's orl yer know. Thet's a bulbers, thet is. Thet's ther noo name fer it." She looked at the grazier's wife and laughed ironically.
"Bulbers! yer goat," said Liz, laughing dutifully.
The sermon was over, and the worried minister began the christening.
The naming of the hostess's baby was plain sailing. He then drew towards him a child of about two years, and asked, "What is this child's name?"
"Adrarian," said Liz. An old shepherd reading to her a love-story had so pronounced the hero's name. It staggered the minister, until his hostess spelt "Adrian".
"What is its age?"
"About two year."
This was too vague for him, and he pressed for dates. But for these dwellers in the bush the calendar had no significance. The mother thought
