Afterwards, we had stood on the dock and watched the ship sail. Toby could not be visible because he had to be on the bridge, and so we watched her glide away, and I was comforted to see that Elsie was crying too. She had put her arm round me and said: “We’ll get along all right, love, and next time we’ll be standing here watching the ship sail in, bringing him with her.”
Then we went back to the house and drank cocoa and talked of him.
Elsie had been wonderful in the weeks that followed. I know now that she turned all her attention to me. She understood absolutely how I was feeling, and determined to assure me that I was safe with her.
Toby may have momentarily disappeared, but she had stepped into his place.
We were constantly together. Elsie had several friends in Sydney and we visited them, and they came to us quite often. Mabel, who did the cooking and ran the household, became a good friend of mine, so did all the others in and around the house. I would go to the kitchen and watch Mabel kneading dough, stirring puddings while she told me about her childhood in a little township west of Sydney on the way to Melbourne. There were seven children in the family, and she was the eldest. She wanted to get out and about a bit, she said, so she came to the city. She took one or two jobs. She was a dab hand at cooking and finally ended up with Elsie.
“One of the best,” and that was good enough for her. She’d been here ever since.
There was Adelaide, who was several years older than Mabel, and Jane, and they did the housework between them. There was no standing on ceremony, no one more important than another really, and they all seemed to be happy.
Then there were Jem and Mary, living over the stables with their son Haclass="underline" they did odd jobs about the house when necessary, and the garden as well. And Agio lived there too. He always had a grin for me when he saw me. It was a happy household.
I was constantly reminded of Commonwood House by the very difference of this place. How strange it would be there now! The doctor very ill and the children with Aunt Florence. What of Miss Carson? I expected she had gone to Aunt Florence’s house to be with the children. But perhaps the doctor had recovered and they had all gone back to Commonwood House.
I tried to talk to Elsie about them, but she did not seem to be interested. That surprised me, because she was usually eager to know about everyone. But I did notice that, when I spoke of anything to do with Commonwood House, she took the first opportunity to change the subject.
People called at the house all the time. Some of them gave no warning of their coming and would join us at meals if they were about to be served. Some came from a long way off and stayed for a night or two.
There was one special friend. His name was Joe Lester. He was a big man, rather quiet and serious. He was very friendly to me and told me of the early days when Australia had become a penal settlement, much as Toby had done.
Joe had property some miles out of Sydney. He had a nephew living with him who helped run the property. Elsie and I used to visit them now and then.
About two weeks after Toby had left me with her, Elsie broached the subject of schools.
“Everyone has to go to school,” she said.
“And that includes you, love. We don’t have the schools here that you do in England. But there is one I’ve heard of which seems pretty good. It’s some miles off, between Sydney and Melbourne, and I was wondering”
“I was going to school with Estella when she went, I believe, but then she went to Aunt Florence.”
Elsie said quickly: “Well, yes, but you’ll make friends here. People are very friendly. I tell you what we’ll do. We’ll go and see it and if we think it’s all right, you might go. Toby thinks you should go on just the same, as though you were at home. Everything here is done like at home. You’ll be eating a hot Christmas dinner in midsummer.
You wouldn’t have to go to school until September, because that’s when the school year starts at home and so it has to start then here.
There’s no desperate haste about it really. “
I was very excited when a letter came from Gertie. The Formans had found a property in Yomaloo. It was some ten or twelve miles north of Sydney.
I wrote at once. They were astounded to hear that I was still in Sydney. They had not expected to hear from me for some time because they had thought the letter would have to be forwarded on to England.
The outcome was that, when Gertie and her mother came into Sydney, they called to see us.
I explained that circumstances had changed and I was staying in Sydney. Gertie was delighted and her mother said that we must come to stay with them when they were settled in. We laughed a great deal talking about the voyage out. I met Jimmy again he had become James who was still a little shamefaced about the part he had played in the Suez adventure.
It was a very happy reunion.
There was talk of my going to school and, as the Formans wanted Gertie to go too, it was decided that we should go together.
Then came the day when Toby returned to Sydney. I shall never forget waiting on the dock for the ship to come in, and that moment when he came down the gangway and embraced me, holding me as though he would never let me go.
Later he told me that Dr. Marline had died and he was very sad about it. I guessed it upset him to talk of it, so I did not ask all the questions I wanted to.
He did tell me that Adeline and Estella were still with Aunt Florence and would stay with her. He did not know what had happened to Miss Carson.
It would be best for me to stay in Australia, he said, for there he could be sure of seeing me more often than if I were anywhere else; and Elsie and I had become such good friends.
Everything sounded better when Toby spoke of it. What a piece of luck that the Formans were not too far away! Genie and I had been such good friends during the voyage out. Everything was turning out well.
I did go for a short voyage with him to New Guinea from Sydney and then back again. It lasted only three weeks, but there was hope of another; and during those years I only went once more with him, because it had to fit in with my school holidays.
School absorbed me and so the years passed.
And now we were grown up. We felt very mature and excited about that.
Schooldays were over. Gertie and I were adults.
That homecoming was different from all the others. There was a certain amount of ceremony about it. The coach brought us back with several other girls who lived in the Sydney area, and Gertie was dropped at Yomaloo. There were the usual assurances between us that we should be meeting soon. I should be going to stay at the Forman property as I always had done, and she would be coming to Sydney.
Elsie was waiting for my arrival.
“My word!” she cried, looking sentimental.
“You’re quite the young lady now.”
And there, in the porch, were Mabel, Adelaide and Jane, with Agio standing by.
I was taken into the house and Mabel announced that there was schnapper for lunch, which was my special favourite, and she didn’t want it getting cold while a lot of chatter went on. There was time enough for that afterwards.
During the meal, as I had always done, I told them what had been happening during the last term at school, and they recounted how life had gone on there.
Later, when I talked to Elsie alone, she said: “I thought I’d be giving a party … say at Christmas … for you and perhaps Gertie. We’d turn the sitting-room into a sort of ballroom. It would be quite big with the chairs and all the clutter taken out. I’d get some fiddlers in. It would be a sort of coming out party for you and Gertie … rather like that nonsense they do at home though without all that silly business of wearing feathers and curtseying to the Queen. We’d want some young men around. Joe’s not so young, but there’s his nephew and the McGill boys are all right. Then there are the Barnums and the Culvers … and, of course James Forman. I reckon I could pull in quite a number.”