It was reflected from the rocks on either side, and concentrated in this spot like an oven, being 122 degrees in the veranda now. The house was of slabs, unlimed, and with very low iron roof, and having no sign of a tree near it, the heat was unendurable. I would have only a little while to wait patiently, then I would be among all the pleasures of Caddagat again and how I would revel in them, more than ever, after a taste of a place like this, for it was worse than I had imagined it could be, even in the nightmares which had haunted me concerning it before leaving Caddagat. I would write to grannie and mother explaining matters, and I felt sure they would heed me, as they had no idea what the place was like. However, I pulled together in a little while, and called myself a fool for crying. So different had I been listening in a room at Caddagat to my grannie's brisk pleasant voice, or to my aunt Helen's low refined accents and I am such a one to see and feel these differences. “Oh, how coarse and grating were the sounds to be heard around me! Lack, nay, not lack, but utter freedom from the first instincts of cultivation, was to be heard even in the great heavy footfalls and the rasping sharp voices which fell on my ears.
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