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Turner, Ethel Sybil, 1872-1958

"Seven Little Australians"

Gillet to the book on
the grass. "You really ought to be, ashamed of yourselves, SICH
behaviour at a picnic. It's been a saving in oranges, though,
that's a mercy"
She took half a dozen great fat ones from the bag, as well as four
or five bananas, and went back with flying steps to the belt of trees,
where the General in his holland coat could just be seen.
He was calmly grubbing up the earth and putting it in his little red
mouth when she arrived with the bananas.
He looked up at her with an adorable smile. "BABY!" she said, swooping
down upon him with one of her wild rushes. "BABY!"
She kissed him fifty times; it almost hurt her sometimes, the feeling
of love for this little fat, dirty boy.
Then she gathered him up on her knee and wiped as much of the dirt as
possible from his mouth with the corner of his coat.
"Narna," he said, struggling onto the ground again; so she took the
skin from a great yellow one and put it in his small, chubby hand.
He ate some of it, and squeezed the rest up tightly in his hands,
gleefully watching it come up between his wee fingers in little
worm-like morsels.
Then he smeared it over his dimpled face, and even rubbed it on his
hair, while Judy was engrossed with her fifth orange.


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