"I wonder what sort of fellows these English cousins of ours will turnout?" exclaimed Harry Berrington, as he rode up alongside his elderbrother Paul. "Judging by their photographs, which Uncle Frank sent usout last year, I have an idea that they are mighty fine young gentlemen,who will be apt to turn up their noses at us colonial `corn-stalks.'""Hector and Reginald are good-looking fellows, I should think, and wearfine clothes but beyond that--whether they are dark or fair, have blueeyes and pink cheeks, or whether they can ride, and shoot, swim, andplay cricket, or can only dance and sing, or draw, or suchlike girlishthings--I have not the slightest notion," answered Paul. "We shall,however, soon know; for, according to the letter father got yesterdaytheir ship ought to reach Moreton Bay in the course of three or fourweeks; and I hope that I may have the chance of going down to Ipswich tomeet them."