Well, we reached the pub about dinnertime, dropped our swags outside, had a drink, and then went into the dinin'-room. There was a lot of jackaroo swells, that had been on a visit to the squatter, or something, and they were sittin' down at dinner; and they seemed to think by their looks that we ought to have stayed outside and waited till they were done -- we was only two rough shearers, you know. There was a very good-looking servant girl waitin' on 'em, and she was all smiles -- laughin', and jokin', and chyackin', and barrickin' with 'em like anything.
I thought a damp expression seemed to pass across her face when me and my mate sat down, but she served us and said nothing -- we was only two dusty swaggies, you see. Dave said "Good day" to her when we came in, but she didn't answer; and I could see from the first that she'd made up her mind not to speak to us.
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