|Newspaper Title||Launceston Examiner (Tas. : 1842 - 1899)|
|Trove Title||Huzz Buzz. A Short School Sketch From Life|
FOR THE CHILDRE-N HUZZ BUZZ, A SHORT SCHOOL SKETCH FROM LIFE. By Bertha Adams. CHAPTER II. "What are you crying for?" "Please, . , sir, me- lhead's achin' so badly." :. ."It'.. wasn'.t aching .just now., very Badly -. . "'Oh! veiy vdeli, youi can go home if. it's as bad as that, bitt get your lto-diorrow's' lessons first." -,. -,uzz- 'Buzz ehuckled with delight; wettcing his, eys with water from his slate-cleaning bottle first, hlie got up from.- his seat,vwith streaming eyes. "What's the lesson?" he asked Flipper, though he hadnt the slightest inten tion .of lea'rning them. "I'ohintry and. taibles, you can have the loa.hn f my table-book, I kn0ows them." "Shut up, Flipper, I don't want no table book, we've got the machine to our 'place, I'm- going home to6 help 'elm." "Let's .come- down after school," w hispered Flilpper, penitently. ".'11 give you half a' apple if you does." S':'"Give it .to me now; theh -, alright, but don't tell dad--I said you could, he'll',larap ine." : He d?p2?rted' tlhen, sobbing, withl both hands ipressed to ?his burning' brows, but directly he got outside tlle porch, headache and tears.vanished as if by magic. His cap went up in the air, his bag after it, and over the "paddocks he "scootered" as blithe, as a bee. Oh! the sky was blue; and, oh! his heart was light. . The heat wasn't a.quarter so bad outside, and lhe ran as if he had not a moment to lose, bursting into 'the homely little kitchen at honie with a" terrible clat teration. - "My goodiess me Son, what a noise," said a strange voice, not his mother's, which he expected, "don't make, such a. clatter, but look what I've brought you." Huzz Buzz stared in astonishment, "where's 'Mammny?" he asked, without talcing any notice' of the old woman's remhrk, "whiere's Mammy, Granny Bligh?" "She's in her room -Son, but just look here at your dear little brothers, ain't they beauties?- Now there'll be someone to.play games with for you." THuzz Buzz pushed away the parcel of red, wrinkled faces and doubled lists disgustedly. "Them things," he said loftily, "you might have brouight whole ones while you -vas about it. They couldn't even see Imarbles with eyes bunged up like that. What's Mammy doin' in her room?" "She ain't feelin' very well jest now, so she's in-bed, if you go'in to see her you mustn't make no noise." Huzz Buzz went 'to the door aind opened it, then walked straight on into the bedroom. ' "Mammy, ain't tthe machine comin' to-day?" lhe demanded uncere moniously. "What are you doing out of school so early Son? It ain't throe yet is it?" "No, Mammy, I had a headache, so Mr. Jones let me out." "Haven't you got nothing to say about your little brothers, IIuzzy? Didn't you see 'em with Mrs. Bligh in the kitchen?" "They're ugly things, mammy, I don't like them, they're no good. They haven't come to stay, have they?" "Yes, Son, they've come to stay, but they won't always be like that; they're beautiful boys, both." "Where did you get them from, mammy? You never was good at a bargain, tell me where he is and I'll change them for better ones," said Huzz Buzz, naturally ,thinking of a Syrian hawker as the one most likely to keep a stock of such varieties. "Where's the man as you bought them off, and where's the machine? In the top paddicks?" "The machine's gone on to Larton, Sonny, they're going to have it there first, and we'll get it as it comes back." . "Well; I'd sooner have the machine than I would them two ugly things. I don't want them, what's that old Granny Bligli doing in the house? Daddy don't like her about the place, I know." "You'd best go away, HIuzzy," said his poor mother, half crying. "They ain't ugly babies at all. Mlrs. Bligh is very kind to me, and dad don't mind her being here a bit." "Well," said IIuzz ,Buzz, reflectively, as he shut the door behind him and went out, "such brothers; I guess I'll go back to school," and he did. It was about half-past two when he slipped back into his place, looking very subdued. Flipper chuckled and nudged him mneaningly, "Did you get it?". he asked, eagerly-"did your old man larrap you for goin' home?" "No, ihe wasn't at home; the ma chine's gone on to Lnarton, so I came back." "You're a bit. balnmy on the crumpet, old jigger, I'm blest if I would a come back,,there's parsing to do yetb." "I don't care," said IIuzz Buzz, hope lessly, then .suddenly--'I say lF'lipper, there's two babies at home, come tlhere since I came to .school this "morning. They "are" ugly bea:sts." "Did any one bring them?" "Old Granny Bligi, I b'lieve. Maummy wouldn't have thought of buying them if it hadn't been for her." ""M.ake her take 'em away again, she brought one to our house the .week 'fore last, and we've got to keep it. You'll have to give me back my apple, /fuzz." "I can't;, I've ate it, I'll show you where there's an grand swimming place insteand, down by Narnton's." "It's drill lo-day, we'll go for a swimn strai'ht after school then." "Sw\op pencils with us, will you ?" "Minc's a new holder--I gave a e cnn, for it thii; morning. 1'11 give it to you for two sticks." "Done. llullo! there's iliss ;lones loolking a.t us--pass it to us unlder tihe desk so as slhe won't see us." ]ut Miss JTones did seQ,.or this short story would never have been written. [The End.] One-sided.-Mrs. Prye: "Tell me, dear, do you ever quarrel with your husband?" Mrs. Lamb: "Never. But he often quar rels with me,'the hateful thing!" . . _ , : " • . . . , . , , '