"Just you keep her as long as ever the missus wants her," he said, packing ’Possum’s basket into the back of the buggy.  "An’ if you want more help, send over for me.  I could run your place all right if you want to be in the house."  He brushed aside Tom’s grateful disclaimer, of needing more aid with, "Well, you know where to find me if you want me."  The buggy bumped away over the paddock while he watched it, Bertha silent beside him.  When it turned out of sight round a clump of tea-trees, he looked down at her from his great height.