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Chapter NumberXII
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Full Date1893-11-11
Page Number18
Word Count768
Last Corrected0000-00-00
Newspaper TitleIllustrated Sydney News (NSW: 1881-1894)
Trove TitleA Girl Named Bobbie
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A Girl Named BoWWe.


" Your health, madam," cried Frank, touching glasses of weak raspberry syrup with Bobbie, and trying to disperse the gloom that had fallen on the merry little party.

" Hoo, yah, let me in ! Hoo-oo-o, let me in, I say ! Ya-a-ah, father, Berfa, Dick's been hittin' me !" howled Suds, battering away at the door with hands and thick


" Hold your noise, you young cub !"

shouted Dick.

" Cub yourself-boo-hoo ! Let me in, will you ? Boo-hoo-hoo ! . I'm so hungwee ! Oh h-h-h, Berfa, I wants my dinner !" yelled the young scamp, and Bertha came running up the stairs to the rescue. " He-e-e shut me-e ou-ut, and pu-u-u-mmelled me-e-all over my he-e-ad," sobbed Suds, clinging frantically to Bertha's skirts, " make him o-open the door !"

" Master Richard, open this door ! What have you been doing to your little brother ?" demanded Bertha, administering the said little brother a 'sharp shake to quieten him.

" I've not been doing anything," returned Dick, very indignantly. " He-he-"

"I never, I never, oh, you story, Wichard Wallace !" burst out Suds, not giving him tune to tell. " He's got all my nice smashed up parsnips in his ole pie-dish, and I want them. Hoo-yah, make him give me them ! Boo-hoo-boo-hoo, I'm so hungwee !"

" Master Richard, how can you be so sel- fish, you bad, . mean boy !" said Bertha, taking the small, howling child up in her arms. " I'll just let the master know how you bully your little brother, that I will. Now, are you going to open this door ?"

" Presently, presently, my good lady ; keep your hair on-this cracker is nearly ready !" called Dick, from within.

" Berfa, let's go down. Berfa, we'd better go down in the nice kitchen," said Suds, struggling to his feet at the mention of that awful word. The one thing that struck terror to his young soul was gunpowder in any shape.

" No, I'm not going to be scared away like this," said Bertha, in her most decided tone, and holding, the boy's hand firmly in hers. " I intend he shall open the door. Now,

Master Richard !"

" Half a jiffey, old lady ! A match,

Ted !"

" Berfa, good, kind Berfa, de-a-a-r Berfa, let's go down," implored Suds, fairly dancing with terror, as the handle turned. " Dick, I'll be good, I'll be good ! Oh-h-h, Dick, de-a-a-ar Dick, don't ple-e-e-.ease !"

Dick's appearance was truly awful. In one hand he held a lighted candle, in the other a whole packet of crackers tied to a piece of string, which, with one quick movement, he slipped round his young brother's neck.

"Now confess to Bertha the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth," he said sternly ; " one fib and I put the candle to these. Now, one, two, three-off."

" I will, oh I will," gasped Suds, thoroughly subjugated by this awful threat.

" Did I touch your dirty vegetables ?" " No, oh no."

" Didn't you put the horrid stuff, in my pudding ?"

: "Yes." '

, " Did I do anything to provoke you ?" t ^No. Nofink, nofink at all."

" Aren't you the most aggravating, dirty; cowardly , little scamp unhung ?"

" No I'm not, there. I didn't do nofink

else." .

" What ? Look out for the candle.'" " Yes, oh yes, Dicky de-a-ar."

" You are ?"

" Yes, oh ple-a-ase, Dicky, yes."

" There, that's quite enough, Master Richard," said Bertha, blowing out the candle and breaking the string. " Master Suds, I'm ashamed of you ; don't speak to me for a week," and she retreated down the stairs, leaving him alone with the enemy.

" Now, young shaver, you can clear," said Dick, " though I've a great mind to make you eat every morsel of that conglomeration in there. I could easily make you do it under fire, I imagine."

Suds did not stay to test the truth of this, but " cleared " as fast as his short legs would carry him.

On the bottom landing, however, the recol- lection of all the untouched dainties upstairs completely overcame him, and he burst into a loud fit of sobbing and shouting, re- iterating, amidst floods of tears, " Ile ha-a-ted them all, and he would never find Bobbie again, no never, ne-ver, ne-e-vér ; hoo, boo, yah !"