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Seven Little Australians by Ethel Sybil Turner
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father can't mind his own child for two hours. Afterwards, you
see, when we've been to the Aquarium, we will come back and fetch
him, and we can explain to Father how it was raining, and that we
thought we'd better not take him with us for fear of rheumatism,
and that we were in a hurry to catch the tram, and as he wasn't
in his room we just put him on the bed till he came. Why, Pip,
it's beautifully simple!"

Pip still looked uncomfortable. "I don't like it, Fizz," he said
again; "he'll be in a fearful wax."

Judy gave him one exasperated look. "Go and see if that's the
Bondi tram coming," she said; and glad of a moment's respite,
he went down the path again to the pavement and looked down
the hill. When he turned round again she had gone.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked up and down the path
a few times. "Fizz'll get us hanged yet," he muttered, looking
darkly at the door in the wall through which she had disappeared.
He pushed his hat to the back of hiss head and stared gloomily
at his boots, wondering what would be the consequences of this
new mischief. There was a light footfall beside him.

"Come on," said Judy, pulling his sleeve; "it's done now, come on,
let's go and have our fun; have you got the money safe?"

It was two o'clock as they passed out of the gate and turned
their faces up, the hill to the tram stopping-place. And it was
half-past four when they jumped out of a town-bound tram and
entered the gates again to pick up their charge.
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