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Turner, Ethel Sybil, 1872-1958

"Seven Little Australians"

She kissed him with pale lips
once, twice; she gave him both her hands, and her last smile.
Then the wind blew over them all, and, with a little shudder, she
slipped away.

Chapter XXII And Last

"She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years."
"No motion has she now--no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course,
With rocks and stones and trees."

They went home again, the six of them, and Esther, who, all her
days, "would go the softlier, sadlier" because of the price that
had been paid for the life of her little sweet son. The very air
of Yarrahappini seemed to crush them and hang heavy on their souls.
So when the Captain, who had hurried up to see the last of his poor
little girl, asked if they would like to go home, they all said
"Yes."
There was a green space of ground on a hill-top behind the cottage,
and a clump of wattle trees, dark-green now, but gold-crowned
and gracious in the spring.
This is where they left little Judy. All around it Mr. Hassal had
white tall palings put; the short grave was in the shady corner of
it.
The place looked like a tiny churchyard in a children's country
where there had only been one death.


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