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Turner, Ethel Sybil, 1872-1958

"Seven Little Australians"


"May I put her to bed?" she said; "she is about worn out."
"Me, too," Nellie said, laying down her half-eaten scone and pushing
back her chair. "Oh, I am so tired!"
"So'm I." Bunty finished up everything on his plate in choking
haste and stood up. "And that horrid coffee's running into my
boots."
So just as the sun began to smile and chase away the sky's heavy
tears, they all went to bed again to make up for the broken night,
and it was: six o'clock and tea-time before any of them opened their
eyes again.

CHAPTER XVI Yarrahappini

Yarrahappini in the sunshine, the kind of sunshine that pushes the
thermometer's silver thread up to 100 deg.!
Right away in the distance on three sides was a blue hill line and
blue soft trees.
And up near the house the trees were green and beautiful, and the
flowers a blaze of colour.
But all the stretching plain between was brown Brown burnt grass
with occasional patches of dull green, criss-crossed here and there
with fences; that ran up the little hills that in places broke the
plain's straight line, and disappeared in the dips where rank grass
and bracken flourished. The head station consisted of quite a little
community of cottages on the top of a hill.


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