out. This was long past the meal hour, for the work of the station hands does not snap with the shearer's bell; and thirty-seven men lay roxmd the whares where the grass was tramped dust, or scattered down the long pad- dock in the dusk with the ring of quoits to mark them. Lou satisfied his hunger. Then he came out and satisfied Mogger, and, in- cidentally, Tod and several more. Tod was fullfed with happiness, for a mixed crowd was incense in his nostrils. He flung his vitriol dispassionately, while Mogger sat with out- stretched legs in the dust, and told passers-by that "It was wuth it."
"Not as Lou's fists dun't git home quick as his tongue most times," he explained; "but it was wuth it. A reel good coat, an' no error. Joe called me a pattron, too. That means a banefactor ter Society."
"It don't," said Danny, whom Suse had initiated in several mysteries. "It means a thing as gels cuts their frocks on. Joe were pullin' yer leg, Mogger."
"I'd be a good pattron fur a gel ter cut a husbin' on, then," said Mogger, stretching himself. "Yer tell that ter Suse, Danny, sup- posin' she's wantin' ter change 'er mind 'fore it's too late."
"Arrah, bedad, it's only colleens loike Miss Efiie has the sinse to do that," remarked Tod. "It's on wid Kiliat, all roight, now, an' off wid
