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Chapter NumberXV
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Full Date1893-12-02
Page Number16
Word Count817
Last Corrected0000-00-00
Newspaper TitleIllustrated Sydney News (NSW: 1881-1894)
Trove TitleA Girl Named Bobbie
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A Girl Named Bobbie,


"O, mother, Suds too,-oh, do ask Suds, he is thé dearest, funniest little fellow you can imagine."

" My dear Midge, when I said you might

ask Bobbie Lennox-what a ridiculous name, by-the-way-I did not bargain for an army of great rough boys too."

" But, mother j Suds is such a queer little fellow ; he will make you die laughing, and, oh, I must have Dick, he made such a splen- did blackie, oh, and just Ted, because he burnt his hand, and Bonnie is such a gentle- manly little boy, you would quite love him, oh, and Frank would feel left out, so you must ask him as well, that's all, mother," and Midge paused, quite out of breath, " obj you will, won't you, mother, sweet, do say yes ?"

Of course, our little pickle 'had her own way, and the next day great excitement was occasioned at the parsonage by the arrival of a note for the doctor, asking whether he would allow Bobbie and his own five little boys to spend the following Tuesday with Midge.

" Little boys, forsooth !" said Dick* draw- ing himself up. " I wonder does she know I'm captain of our eleven-I'm not going there to be patronised by a little bit of a giri no bigger than Bobbie." Nevertheless, when Tuesday came, Master Dick said no- thing about staying at home, but went up to dress with the othérs, taking an unusually long time over his toilet, and admonishing Bertha frequently about the shine of his


Suds was resplendent in the " best blue suit " (his own this time), and looked, as Bertha said, a perfect picture if one didn't know what he was. The waggonette, sent by Mr. Laurayne, arrived at about 9 o'clock, so Bertha had much ado to get the six of them, ready by that time. The doctor came out on the porch to say good-bye and to criticise them as he was wont to do each Sunday before they

went to church. He felt conscious, in a vague sort of way, that Bertha, though a very worthy and well-meaning woman, could hardly see to them as their own mother would have done, and he thought it a duty, albeit a troublesome one, to occasion- ally " review " them, as Dick called it. He generally did iz only once a week, on a Sun- day, and it was with considerable dismay the children saw him rub his glasses now prior to examining them. " I always feel as if I'm one of his insects going to be clas- sified and prodded with a pin," Bobbie used to say, after standing impatient and fidgetty , under his sole review. " Roberta, my child," he said this morning, as Bobbie was slowly revolving before him, "isn't your hair a little untidy?" Bobbie gave her red-gold mane a hurried pat down. " Is that a button off your glove ?" The hand in'question was thrust into a pocket. " And-er-er, my dear child are you not displaying rather too much-er-er-stocking, as it were ? " And the little doctor blushed crimson and looked appealingly at Bertha.

" Well, her frocks is gettin' a bit short for her," said that personage, surveying the offending little legs deliberately, "she's grown amazingly, but it seems "fashionable to wear 'em short, the little Miss the other day had 'em shorter still, and her ma ought

ter know what's what, and after all's said and done, legs is legs."

To which, indisputable fact the doctor could return no answer and only suggested, half timidly, that as she was growing such a big girl perhaps Bertha might let a seam


"Frederick, are your hands clean?" he asked next, and Suds put up a pair of scratched, brown, but scrupulously clean hands with very pardonable pride, " and are you sure the toes of your boots are not through, Edward?" and Ted showed a tole- rably respectable pair and then the review

was over.

For a few minutes after the waggonette had driven away, the doctor stood thought- fully in the porch with his spectacles pushed high up on his forehead. " Are they a very much out-at-elbow lot, Bertha ?" he asked, at last, with a little sigh, " they seem to cost a good deal of money and yet^-"

" Bless your heart, Master, dear;," said Bertha, with heartiness that quite cheered the doctor, " all the money in the mint wouldn't keep our lads more than just respectable, don't yóú go a-worriting your poor old head over them, they're a healthy, straight-limbed lot and all the fine feathers in Sydney wouldn't make them any happier."

The doctor went to his study comforted, and fell to dissecting beetles in quite a

cheerful state of mind.