When morning came it seemed as if the mother's desire that the little girl should have experiences to make her less childish was to be fulfilled, for Kadok's foot was so painful that he could not even drag himself about the cave and Jean had to wait on him as well as to care for herself. She made breakfast and gathered fresh leaves and branches and brought water enough to last all day. Then she made fresh damper and cut strips of the yopolo meat, drying it in the sun and smoke under Kadok's directions. There were provisions enough to last a day or two and she tried not to worry about things, but she wished she had something else to do. Kadok saw she was growing restless and tried to talk to her, afraid that she would cry. "Little Missa not see cave before, not have at home. Tell about home." "Oh, it's not at all like this," she said. "It's very cold, and the mountains are high and beautiful and there are no snakes nor wild things. It's all farms and sheep and not wild like Australia. And in the winter the snow is lovely." "What is snow?" asked Kadok. "Don't you know what snow is?" she laughed. "I hardly know how to tell you. It looks like soft, white feathers and it floats down from the sky when it's very cold and covers up the ground like a white blanket. Then it is lovely, but when the sun comes out and melts it, it's not nice. Didn't you ever see snow?" "Never did," said Kadok. "Oh, Kadok, what's that?" exclaimed Jean, as a mournful sound came through the forest. "That messenger of Muuruup, _Debill-debill_," said Kadok with a frown. "Muuruup lives under the ground. He make evil. He makes lightning and spoils trees and kills people. No like hear owl bird. Bring bad storm or bad luck." "Oh, I hope he won't bring a storm," said Jean. "We had storm enough yesterday to last for awhile. How does _Debil-debil_ make lightning?" "Don't know," said Kadok. "Old chief say he not make. Say Great Baiame make. He want to smoke big pipe up in sky, strike match to light pipe, throw match down to earth, while smoke--match make lightning." "If we are going to have another storm I am going to bring water from the spring while I can go out of the cave." She was getting very tired of sitting still. "Kadok not like little Missa to run round by herself," said Kadok, but Jean said wilfully, "I must go by myself if there is no one to go with me, mustn't I? We've got to have water," and she picked up the billy and started for the spring. It was cool and pleasant in the woods. She filled her billy and stopped to gather a handful of leaves which grew near-by and looked shiny and pretty, then went back to Kadok. "You see nothing happens to me," she said. "You go once too often. You not good little Missa. You not mind Kadok," he grumbled. "I will be good, but really I can't sit still all day," she said. "See what pretty leaves." "Very good leaves," said Kadok. "When little Missa have no water, chew these, not be thirsty. White men call them hibiscus."