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Turner, Ethel Sybil, 1872-1958

"Seven Little Australians"


He could hardly have believed, had anyone told him previously, that
he could have done anything so absolutely noble, and the thought
comforted him even while the cuts and scratches smarted. He tried to
stifle his sobs as he reached the shed, and even stuffed half a
handful of currants into his mouth towards that end.
But it was a very tearful, scratched, miserable face that bobbed up
the opening near Judy again.
She did not move, though her eyes were half open, and he knelt down
and shook her shoulder gently.
"Here's some things, Judy--ain't you goin' to eat them?"
She shook her head very slightly.
"Have some corned beef, or some currants; there's some peel, too, if
you'd rather."
She shook her head again. "Do take them away," she said, with a
little moan.
A look of blank disappointment stole over his small, heated face.
"An' I've half killed myself to get them! Well, you ARE a mean girl!"
he said.
"Oh, DO go away,": Judy moaned, moving her head restlessly from
side to side. "Oh, how my feet ache! no--my head, and my side--oh!
I don't know what it is!"
"I got hit here and here," Bunty said, indicating the places, and
wiping away tears of keen self-pity with his coat sleeve.


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