Seven Little Australians | Page 4

butter," said Judy, in a good little tone.
Pip pushed his chair back from the table.
"I'm going down to ask for some roast fowl," he said, with a look of

determination in his eyes. "I can't forget the smell of it, and they'd got a
lot on the table--I peeped in the door." '
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.
"What a little barbarian you are, Nell!" laughed her father; but he gave
her a quick, annoyed glance. "Where is your right hand?"
She drew it slowly from behind and held out the cracked old plate. "I
thought perhaps you would give me some fowl too," she said-- "just a
leg or a wing, or bit of breast would do."
The Captain's brow darkened. "What is the meaning of this? Pip has
just been to me, too. Have you nothing to eat in the nursery?"
"Only bread and butter, very thick," sighed Nellie.
Esther suppressed a smile with difficulty.
"But you had dinner, all of you, at one o'clock."
"Boiled mutton and carrots and rice pudding," said Nell mournfully.
Captain Woolcot severed a leg almost savagely and put it on her plate.
"Now run away; I don't know what has possessed you two to-night."
Nellie reached the door, then turned back.
"Oh, if you would just give me a wing for poor Meg--Judy had some of
Pip's, but Meg hasn't any," she said, with a beautiful look of distress

that quite touched Colonel Bryant.
Her father bit his lip, hacked off a wing in ominous silence, and put it
upon her plate.
"Now run away,--and don't let me have any more of this nonsense,
dear." The last word was a terrible effort.
Nell's appearance with the two portions of fowl was hailed with
uproarious applause in the nursery; Meg was delighted with her share;
cut apiece off for Baby, and the meal went on merrily.
"Where's Bunty? ", said Nell, pausing suddenly with a very clean
drumstick in her fingers, "because I HOPE he hasn't gone too;
someway I don't think Father was very pleased, especially as that man
was there."
But that small youth had done so, and returned presently crestfallen.
"He wouldn't give me any--he told me to go away, and the man laughed,
and Esther said we were very naughty--I got some feathered potatoes,
though, from the table outside the door."
He opened his dirty little hands and dropped the uninviting feathered
delicacy out upon the cloth.
"Bunty, you're a pig," sighed Meg, looking up from her book. She
always read at the table, and this particular story was about some very
refined, elegant girls.
"Pig yourself all of you've had fowl but me, you greedy things!"
retorted Bunty fiercely, and eating, his potato very fast.
"No, the General hasn't," said Judy and the old mischief light sprang up
suddenly into her dark eyes.
"Now, Judy!" said Meg warningly; she knew too well what that
particular sparkle meant.
"Oh, I'm not going to hurt you, you dear old thing," said Miss Judy,
dancing down the room and bestowing a pat on her sister's fair head as
she passed. "It's only the General, who's after havin' a bit o' fun."
She lifted him up out of the high chair, where he had been sitting
drumming on the table with a spoon and eating sugar in the intervals.
"It's real action you're going for to see, General," she said, dancing to
the door with him.
"Oh, Judy, what are you going to do?" said Meg entreatingly.
"Ju-Ju!" crowed the General, leaping almost out of Judy's arms, and
scenting fun with the instinct of a veteran.

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