These frugal ""stories,"" without even the sentimental definition of James Vance Marshall's, come from the same down under and they vanish from view in three o.r four pages. For the most part, this Marshall writes about youngsters and animals, often in conjunction: there are horses and dogs and donkeys--particularly the one who's the recipient of so many unwanted loving pats on the rump; or the pony who's a gulper and a farter and disgraces its owner during a public peroration; or the old age pensioner, once a great dogger (dingoes) who will be the one to kill the ""Three-legged Bitch"" who's escaped killing for eight years; and for a change of pace and a whit of humor--the title story about a young gift and the four middle-aged gentlemen who take her out (behind the bushes) in their Sunday suits until she finds herself pregnant and brings charges against them all. . . . Marshall has the virtue of his honesty fastened on all small things but will it be its own reward?