|Newspaper Title||Illustrated Sydney News (NSW: 1881-1894)|
|Trove Title||A Girl Named Bobbie|
A Girl Named Bobbie.
« Thia is what I call prime I"
" Bertha, you're a real old brick 1
This from the Wallace boys was the highest praise, and Bertha looked very pleased, and arranged a dish of scones
inore to her liking.
« Tarts, eh ? Berfa, I do love you !"
" Berfa's " smile expanded more and
" Well, I'm glad I've pleased you for once, young gentlemen. I tried to think ol you all. Queen pudding, for Master Dick ; custard tarts, Master Frank-"
" It ought to have been fricassed books meringued a la Francaise," interposed Dick, eyeing a certain pink and white pudding with great favor.
" Lemon sago, Master Teddie," continued Bertha, not heeding the interruption ; " curry, for Master Bonniej scrambled eggB, for Miss Bobbie; and for Master
"Well-of all mean, stingy-" "Master Suds !" . ,
" Of all the meanest, stingiest-"
" What is the matter, Master Suds ? I did you a whole dish of mashed parsnips," said Bertba, looking quite dis«reseed, as that youn? gentleman walked round and round the table, eyeing everything with
the greatest disdain.
"No cocounuts, or Punch's taffy, or mrangs, or radshees, or corned beef, or turkey, or, or anyfínk nice," said Suds, the utmost contempt in his voice. 44 Norink but ole puddens, and nasty ole tarts and equashy stuff." This last epithet was appled to Ted's beloved lemon sago. " Ugh, you stinsry ole Berfaj you said we should
have a tweat!"
"Well," said Bertha, utterly taken aback, "well if you're not the most un gratefullest little boy I ever mashed parsnips for, with butter too, and a fork for q«ite ten minutes ?"
"Vegtubbles-common old vegtubbles that grow-nasty ole tings you buy from John," said Suds, and he seated himself before the despised dish, took an incredibly large helping on his plate, and started eat-
ing as if for a wager.
" Suds, you-pig," laughed Bobbie, and
t,ook her seat before the eggs ; the s followed her example, and with a ' le warning about what little boys had
.ke when they ate too much, Bertha iderately withdrew. It was the day r Bobbie's return ; at morning prayers 1 doctor had by ohance read the parable
he prodigal's return, and one part of it ^..-rcised Sude's small mind to a great degree. So unusually still he knelt,' the doctor looked in his direction once or twice to make sure he was there, and not, as too often WOB the case, outside the closed door,
having arrived there "just in time to be
"Berfa," he shouted, dashing wildly after that pfrsonage to the kitchen the moment the'doctor cloded his book, '«Berfa, do kill the fat calf, will you ? Bobbie's a prodgal, and we're so awful glad she's home we ought to kill a fat calf."
«ertha laughed, understood what he eant in a moment, and to all the boys' ehght pledged herself to provide a treat y teatime to celebrate Bobbie's return,
" Everyone to bave what he likes best," had been a special proviso, and to judge by the way the dishes were being cleared up in " the den" everyone had what he liked.
" Let's go halves in both, Dick," said Suds, when seven eights of the parsnips had disappeared, and Dick was trifling delicately with bis first morsel of 'pudding to make it last longer.
" No, thanks, old man," returned Dick, with surprising decision, and he began eating very quickly, fearing a raid.
" Parsnips is awful nice, Dick, urged Suds, edging nearer, " you smash them up with butter, put a little pepper on, and they're-o-o-o-s s s-ah-ah-oh-u."
This last is the nearest approach I can make in writing to the long-drawn sigh breathed by Suds with half-closed eyes, and seemingly indicative of enjoyment of the highest, intensest kind.
" One j will you ?" said Suds, seeing
this did not " fetch."
No answer from Dick, rapid demolition of pink and white icing.
" Two ; will you ?"
Still no answer-Dick was not listening now, being oocupied in passing a plate ol plum cake to Bobbie.
" Three, will you ? All right, you shoulc have answered, you never said nofink,' and before anyone could interfere, tnt youngest hope of Dr. "Wallace had slippec his remaining eighth of parsnips upon hil brother's sixth-eighth's of icing, and wai stirring them vigorously up together.
This was altogether too much for Dick'i equanimity. He seized the young offender cuffed and boxed him soundly, and de posited bim howling outside the dpoi The look of disgust on his face as he re turned to the table and pushed awa; his spoiled pudding would have mad the fortune of any artist able to transmit i to canvas. His enjoyment was quite gon for the evening-if he had a weakness i was for that particular kind of iced pud ding-at ordinary times he never could g* enough of it, and now he had a whole dis of it to himself, to have it spoiled by wretched little brother-it was really to
" There'e a bit here not mixed up, Dick said Bonnie, who with a fork and spoo was laboriously trying to separate it ogaii Dick gave a glance, a very anxious one, i the dish, and then, seeing it was beyon hope, muttered something about ** n< hungry now," and flung himself gloomil into a chair, at the end of the room, r< fusing all offers of curry, sago, and euc
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