Seven Little Australians by Ethel Sybil Turner
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He took up his plate and proceeded downstairs, returning presently, to the surprise of everyone, with quite a large portion on his plate. "He couldn't very well refuse," he chuckled. "Colonel Bryant is there; but he looked a bit mad here, Fizz, I'll, go you halves." Judy pushed up her plate eagerly at this unusually magnanimous offer, and received a very small division, a fifth part, perhaps, with great gratitude. "I just LOVE fowl," said Nell longingly; "I've a great mind to go down and ask for a wing--I believe he'd give it to me." These disrespectful children, as I am afraid you will have noticed, always alluded to their father as "he." Nell took up another plate, and departed slowly to the lower regions. She followed into the dining-room at the heels of the housemaid, and stood by the side of her father, her plate well behind her. "Well, my little maid, won't you shake hands with me? What is your name?" said Colonel Bryant, tapping her cheek playfully. Nell looked up with shy, lovely eyes. "Elinor Woolcot, but they call me Nell," she said, holding out her left hand, since her right was occupied with the plate. |
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