An' p'r'aps the owner uv the station 'll drive over with some boshter girls who been stayin' at the homestead, an' they'll come trippin' alorng the board, steppin' over the fleeces in their dinky little shoes an' stockin's yer can fair see through, an' as they step about yer pen or pass yer, yer nearly cut yer sheep, 'coz yer tryin' ter sniff up every bit uv the boshter scent wot they smells of.