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Rosalie had a dozen loaves in the oven. The warm aroma of lavender, cinnamon, and butter filled the kitchen. Bridie and Alice were due any moment now. They would start the cleaning and cooking. Honora scrubbed the table. Giggles drifted in through the open window. John had kept the young ones entertained since dawn. Not long now until breakfast. The bread would be ready just in time for eggs and toast. Clambering footsteps heralded Drew’s approach. A few minutes later and a more measured tread, and deep voices, indicated the arrival of Mr Sellick and Mr Caro. The pair, travelling salesmen for a Sydney business, would be departing today; one south and one westward. Rosalie was glad they were down at last. It meant she could put off further conversation about the situation the family found i