that she wouldn't like to live beside some of her own people. She wouldn't like to live beside some of the Pakehas she had met and worked with either. She had found in the factory there were good and bad on both sides. She remembered how snobbily they had treated poor little Sally. Just because she went off the rails a bit. Poor kid didn't have a chance. Mira gave herself a mental shake and set about pumping the primus. Tricky things primuses. She wished Dave were there to throw a chip at her and say, ‘Snap out of it Hon, what's the worry! We got plenty of friends—Maori and Pakeha.’ Dave never worried unnecessarily about anything. After an hour's rest Mira tackled the roots with fresh vigour. She enjoyed watching the passing traffic. Truck drivers sometimes gave a friendly wave. One even gave a cheeky whistle. Now a telegram was being delivered to the house opposite. Telegrams, They received dozens when they were married. Johnny the best man had made the best of reading them out too. A door banged! The girl from over the road was running towards the Bell's house. She seemed upset, and dropped the telegram. She tried twice to pick it up, but it blew near to where Mira was working. Handing it back, Mira asked, ‘Are you all right?’ By this time the girl was sobbing, and Mrs Bell, having seen the little drama, was coming to help. David looked anxiously at the three women. ‘What's the matter?’ he said. The telegram was to say that the girl's mother had met with an accident and was in hospital. ‘Please take me in Jill. Our car is out of order. Besides I couldn't drive, I … and I've just put Sandy down for her sleep.’ Mira, who up till now had been a most uncomfortable witness and was feeling a bit bewildered at this unexpected introduction to her neighbours said, ‘Please let me help. I've already met David. I could mind Sandy. I'm used to children.’ ‘Oh would you Mrs … uh …’ ‘Hutana,’ supplied Mira, ‘But I just like Mira.’ ‘And I'm Jill,’ said Mrs Bell (not at all stuck up), ‘And this is Helen, Helen Bates.’ ‘We'd be most grateful Mira.’ Helen managed

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