“It’s a bit beery,” said Jean. She was already aware of the strict Australian code, that makes it impossible for a woman to go into a bar. “I would like to do that, if you’re sure it wouldn’t be a lot of trouble.”
“We’d love to have you. It’s so seldom one can talk to anyone that comes from England.” They walked round to the Sawyers’ house; on the way they met Mrs. Maclean, fair-haired and youthful, pushing her pram. They stopped, and Jean said, “I’ve got to go to Willstown in the Gulf country to see Joe Harman. Can I get a seat on your plane on Monday, as far as Cloncurry?”
“I should think you could. I’m just going to the office; I’ll tell them to put you down for Monday. Shall I ask them to arrange the passage for you from Cloncurry on to Willstown? I think you can get there direct fro
