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Chapter NumberXIII
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Chapter Urlhttp://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article63672343
Full Date1893-11-18
Page Number18
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Newspaper TitleIllustrated Sydney News (NSW: 1881-1894)
Trove TitleA Girl Named Bobbie
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THE CHILDREN'S CORNER.

A Girl Named Bobbie.

CHAPTER XIII.

" Suds-oh, Suds, do go and he washed." "Oh, hover."

" Oh do, Suds ; she's such a-a elegant, fastidious kind of girl, she'll he quite dis- gusted."

" Bover elegant, fastidous girl !"

" All right, I would let a girl see me all dirty and untidy-never mind, perhaps she'll take you for our little shoeblack or tinker ?" And Bobbie looked disdainfully at the grubby little individual delving in his muddy garden with such keen enjoyment.

Her scorn, however, had no effect: mutter- ing " hover shoe-blacks and little tinkers " Suds went calmly on with his work of con- structing a water-work through the middle of his plot, and Bobbie grew desperate.

" Look here, Suds," she cried, changing her tactics, " if you'll go and wash yourself and brush your hair and come and hand the cake round-like-like the little boy in the book, I'll give you-sixpence, there !"

Suds paused, spade in hand, quite dazzled by this munificent offer.

" True'n honor ? Sixpence all to myself ?" " Yes, all to yourself, only you must;- "

" An' I needn't give nobody nofink out of it?"' .

. " No, you needn't, but go and-"

; " An' I needn't put it in my money box ?" ! " No, only to go and-"

" When'll you give it to me ?"

; í< Oh, when you've earned it ; go now though or she'll he here ; oh, don't he so

slow!"

"Sixpence!" deliberated Suds, and he stuck his hands in his pocket and began to count-" that's a penny for cocoanut, that's one ; and a ha'porth of peanuts makes a penny ha'penny-tuppence at least, cos the old woman won't make ha'porths now. That's tuppence, then--"

" I won't give you a farthing if you don't go this instant !" said Bobbie, growing irate as the time passed, " she'll be here in three

minutes."

" Well, I can count I should think," re- turned Suds in an injured tone ; " I want tc see what I can get-that's tuppence, and threepence for Dick's rat he says I can have is threepence, fourpence, fivepence ;-five pence, oh, and I want a wed and blue pencil they're tuppence at Brown's ; oh, Bobbie, IT

do it for sevenpence,"

" Sixpence," said Bobbie inexorably.

" Well, I'll wash for sixpence and brusl

my hair, hut I couldn't take the cake round, too, 'cept you gave me sevenpence."

" There, now you've done it, hide quick you ' horrid, dirty boy, here's the carnage, mind

you come in after, put on your blue suit and , do be polite," and in a flutter of excitement . Bobbie fled into the house. Suds did his

best to efface himself behind a straggling gooseberry bush, and at the same time

watch the expected guest alight from her imposing carriage.

Dr. Wallace, calling on an old school- friend of his, Mr. Laurayne, had been much pleased with his little daughter, Midge, . whom some of my young readers may

remember under the title of " dreadful pickle." Mr. Laurayne was an old friend also of Colonel Lennox, and, before the Doctor left, promised that Midge should go to the Parsonage and spend the afternoon

with Bobbie.

Bobbie and the boys had looked forward quite in apprehension to the visit ; they had heard she was a very fine lady, always ele- gantly dressed, who had a German maid and a French governess all to herself, who went to theatres, and rode out in carriages, and altogether lived a life very different from the simple, free life at the Parsonage.

When the actual clay on which she was to come arrived, Bobbie was in a perfect fever of dread. She fidgeted round the house, arranged and re-arranged the drawing-room fifty times, and worried Bertha's very life out about what they should have for tea.

" We ought to have dinner ; it's not a bit fashionable to have tea at night," she had said, dejectedly ; " couldn't you make us some soup, and just do us a little fish, and, perhaps, a fowl or duck, and-."

" No, I couldn't just," Bertha had inter- rupted, very decisively.-" I'll give you a nice plain tea, eggs, and scones, and honey and jam and a cake, and if she doesn't like it she must just do the other thing."