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Turner, Ethel Sybil, 1872-1958

"Seven Little Australians"

So one day they put us in the train safely, and
we were to be met at Katoomba. And the thought jumped into my head
as we went along: Why ever shouldn't I come home on the quiet? So
I told Marian she could explain to her people I had gone home instead,
and that she was to be sure to make it seem all right, so they wouldn't
write to Miss Button. And then the train stopped at Blackheath, and
I jumped straight out, and she went on to Katoomba, and I came home.
That's all. Only, you see, as I'd lost my money there was nothing left
for it but to walk."
Meg smoothed the dusty, tangled confusion of her hair.
"But you can't live out here for the week," she said, in a troubled
voice. "You've got a horrid cough with sleeping outside, and I'm
sure you're ill. We shall have to tell Father about it. I'll beg him
not to send you back, though."
Judy started up, her eyes aflame.
"If you do," she said--"if you do, I will run away this very night,
and walk to Melbourne, or Jerusalem, and never see any of you again!
How can you, Meg! After I've done all this just so he wouldn't know!
Oh, how CAN you?"
She was working herself up into a strong state of excitement.


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