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Turner, Ethel Sybil, 1872-1958

"Seven Little Australians"

"I suppose it's one of your untruths, you bad little boy."
"Come and see,"' Bunty returned, and he led the way through the
paddocks. Half-way down they met Pip and Nell, returning earlier
than expected from the fishing expedition. Nellie looked sad, and
was walking at a respectful distance behind her brother.
"You might as well take a phonograph with you as Nellie," he said,
casting a look of withering scorn on that delinquent. "She talked the
whole time, and didn't give me a chance of a bite."
"Judy's home," said Bunty, almost bursting with the importance of his
knowledge. "No one's seen, her but me; I've nearly got killed
with climbing up cactuses and into windows and things, and I've had
thrashings from Father and everything, but I never told a word, did
I, Meg? I've got her up in the shed here, and I went and got corned
beef and everything just you look at my legs:"
He displayed his scars proudly, but Meg hurried on, and Pip and Nell
followed in blank amazement. At the shed they stopped.
"It's a yarn of Bunty's," Pip said contemptuously. "'Tisn't April
the first yet, my son."
"Come and see," Bunty returned, swarming up. Pip followed, and gave
a low cry; then Meg and Nell, with rather more difficulty, scrambled
up, and the scene was complete.


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