The house itself was old and quaint and rambling, part of the old wattle and dab walls yet remaining in some of the outhouses, as well as the grey shingle roof. It occupied so very modest a position as the loveliest part of the world! The homestead was built on a gentle rise that sloped gradually away on every side in front to the wide plain, dotted with huge gum trees and great grey box groves, and at the back, after you had passed through the well- kept vegetable garden and orchard, to a long lagoon, bordered with trees and fringed with tall bulrushes and waving reeds. Not that Billabong Station ever seemed to the little girl a place that you needed to praise in any way. Norah's home was on a big station in the north of Victoria-so large that you could almost, in her own phrase, "ride all day and never see any one you didn't want to see" which was a great advantage in Norah's eyes.
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