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Turner, Ethel Sybil, 1872-1958

"Seven Little Australians"

But Esther was down in one of the paddocks with
the General, so there was no reply.
More foreign language, more stomping about.
Bunty's teeth chattered noisily; he put up his hand to hold
his mouth together, and the cupboard, overbalanced, fell right
over, precipitating its occupant right at his father's feet,
and the bottles everywhere.
"I didn't--I haven't--'twasn't me--'twasn't my fault!" he
howled, backing towards the door. "Hoo--yah--boo-hoo-ooo!
Esther--boo--yah--Judy--oh--oh--h! oh--oh--h--h--h--h!"
As might be expected, his father had picked up a strap that
lay conveniently near, and was giving his son a very fair
taste of it.
"Oh--h--h--h! o--o--h! o--o--h! ah--h--h! 'twasn't me--
'twasn't my fault--its Pip and Judy--oh--h--h--h! hoo--the
pant'mime! boo-hoo! ah--h--h--h--you're killing me! hoo-boo!
I was only d--doin' it--oh--hoo--ah--h--h! d--oin' it to
p--please--boo--oo--oo! to p--please you!"
His father paused with uplifted strap. "And that's why all
the others are behaving in so strange a fashion? Just for me
to take them to the pantomime?"
Bunty wriggled himself free. "Boo--hoo--yes! but not me--I
didn't--I never--true's faith--oh-h-h-hoo-yah! it wasn't my
fault, it's all the others--boo--hoo--hoo! hit them the rest.


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