|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" "Stunning!"
" Bertha, you're a real old brick I1'
This from the Wallace bo j s was the highest praise, and Bertha looked very nleased, and arranged a dish of scones more to her liking.
" Tarts, eh ? Berfa, I do love you I"
" 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 Bonnie j scrambled eggs, 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 distressed, as that youno; 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 I turkey, or, or anyßnk nice," said Suds, the
utmost contempt in his voice. '* Notink but ole puddens, and nasty ole tarts and equashy stuff." This last epithet was appled to Ted'B beloved lemon sago. " Ugh,
you stinsry ole Berfaj you said we should
have a tweatl"
"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 anite ten minutan P"
"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 V took her eeat before the eggs ; the
s followed her example, and with a I ie warning about what little boys had I ,ke when they ate too much, Bertha
iderately withdrew, lt was the day r Bobbie's return ; at morning prayers ' doctor had by chance read the parable
he prodigal's return, and one part of it I prcised Suds's small mind to a grea!
Í degree. So unusually still he knelt, th? i doctor looked in his direction once or twic< j to make sure he was there, and not, as to<
oft6n was the case, outside the closed door
having arrived there "just in time to b<
Í"Berfa," he shouted, dashing wildl;
ter that personage to the kitchen th ament the doctor cloded his book, "Berfc » kill the fat calf, will you ? Bobbie's
odgal, and we're so awful glad she'
>me we ought to kill a fat oalf."
Bertha laughed, understood what h eant in a moment, and to all the boyi slight pledged herself to provide a trei 7 teatime to celebrate Bobbie's return,
" Everyone to have 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 his 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
ni um cake to Bobbie,
»* Three, will you ? All right, you should have answered, you never said nofink," and before anyone could interfere, the youngest hope of Dr. Wallace had slipped his remaining eighth of parsnips upon his brother's sixth-eighth's of icing, and was stirring them vigorously up together.
This was altogether too much for Dick's equanimity. He seized the young offender, , cuffed and boxed him soundly, and de-
posited him howling outside the door. The look of disgust on his face as he re- turned to the table and pushed away his spoiled pudding would have made the fortune of any artist able to transmit it to canvas. His enjoyment was quite gone for the evening-if he had a weakness it was for that particular kind of iced pud- ding-at ordinary times he never could git enough of it, and now he had a whole dish of it to himself, to have it spoiled by a wretched little brother-it was really too
*. There'e a bit here not mixed up, Dick," said Bonnie, who with a fork and spoon was laboriously trying to separate it again. Dick gave a glance, a very anxious one, at the dish, and then, seeing it was beyond hope, muttered something about " not hungry now," and flung himself gloomily into a chair, at the end of the room, re- fusing all offers of curry, sago, and such
(TO BE CONTINUED.)