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Seven Little Australians
I Chiefly Descriptive
II Fowl for Dinner
III Virtue Not Always Rewarded
IV The General Sees Active Service
V "Next Monday Morning"
VI The Sweetness of Sweet Sixteen
VII "What Say You to Falling in Love?"
VIII A Catapult and a Catastrophe
X Bunty in the Light of a Hero
XI The Truant
XII Swish, Swish!
XIII Uninvited Guests
XIV The Squatter's Invitation
XV Three Hundred Miles in the Train
XVII Cattle-Drafting at Yarrahappini
XVIII The Picnic at Krangi-Bahtoo
XIX A Pale-Blue Hair Ribbon
XX Little Judy
XXI When the Sun Went Down
XXII And Last
Before you fairly start this story I should like to give you just a
word of warning.
If you imagine you are going to read of model children, with
perhaps; a naughtily inclined one to point a moral, you had better lay
down the book immediately and betake yourself to 'Sandford and Merton'
or similar standard juvenile works. Not one of the seven is really
good, for the very excellent reason that Australian children never are.
In England, and America, and Africa, and Asia, the little folks may
be paragons of virtue, I know little about them.
But in Australia a model child is - I say it not without
thankfulness - an unknown quantity.
It may be that the miasmas of naughtiness develop best in the
sunny brilliancy, of our atmosphere. It may be that the land and
the people are young-hearted together, and the children's spirits not
crushed and saddened by the shadow of long years' sorrowful
There is a lurking sparkle of joyousness and rebellion and mischief
in nature here, and therefore in children.
Often the light grows dull and the bright colouring fades to
neutral tints in the dust and heat of the day. But when it
survives play-days and school-days, circumstances alone determine
whether the electric sparkle shall go to play will-o'-the-wisp
with the larrikin type, or warm the breasts of the spirited,
single-hearted, loyal ones who alone can "advance Australia."
Enough of such talk. Let me tell you about my seven select
spirits. They are having nursery tea at the present moment with
a minimum of comfort and a maximum of noise, so if you can bear a
deafening babel of voices and an unmusical clitter-clatter of
crockery I will take you inside the room and introduce them to
Nursery tea is more an English institution than an Australian one;
there is a kind of _bon camaraderie_ feeling between parents and
young folks here, and an utter absence of veneration on the part of
the latter. So even in the most wealthy families it seldom
happens that the parents dine in solemn state alone, while the
children are having a simple tea in another room: they all
assemble around the same board, and the young ones partake of the
same dishes, and sustain their parts in the conversation right
But, given a very particular and rather irritable father, and
seven children with excellent lungs and tireless tongues, what
could you do but give them separate rooms to take their meals in?
Captain Woolcot, the father, in addition to this division, had had
thick felt put over the swing door upstairs, but the noise used to
float down to the dining-room in cheerful, unconcerned manner
It was a nursery without a nurse, too, so that partly accounted
for it. Meg, the eldest, was only sixteen, and could not be
expected to be much of a disciplinarian, and the slatternly but
good-natured girl, who was supposed to combine the duties of
nursery-maid and housemaid, had so much to do in her second
capacity that the first suffered considerably. She used to lay
the nursery meals when none of the little girls could be found to
help her, and bundle on the clothes of the two youngest in the
morning, but beyond that the seven had to manage for themselves.
The mother? you ask.
Oh, she was only twenty - just a lovely, laughing-faced girl, whom
they all adored, and who was very little steadier and very
little more of a housekeeper than Meg. Only the youngest of the
brood was hers, but she seemed just as fond of the other six as
of it, and treated it more as if it were a very entertaining
kitten than a real live baby, and her very own.
Indeed at Misrule - that is the name their house always went by,
though I believe there was a different one painted above the
balcony - that baby seemed a gigantic joke to everyone. The
Captain generally laughed when he saw it, tossed it in the air,
and then asked someone to take it quickly.
The children dragged it all: over the country with them, dropped
it countless times, forgot its pelisse on wet days, muffled it up
when it was hot, gave it the most astounding things to eat, and yet
it was the if healthiest; prettiest, and most sunshiny baby that
ever sucked a wee fat thumb.
It was never called "Baby," either; that was the special name of
the next youngest. Captain Woolcot had said, "Hello, is this the
General?" when the little, red, staring-eyed morsel had been put
into his arms, and the name had come into daily use, though I
believe at the christening service the curate did say something
about Francis Rupert Burnand Woolcot.
Baby was four, and was a little soft fat thing with pretty
cuddlesome ways, great smiling eyes, and lips very kissable when
they were free from jam.
She had a weakness, however, for making the General cry, or she
would have been really almost a model child. Innumerable times
she had been found pressing its poor little chest to make it
"squeak;" and even pinching its tiny arms, or pulling its
innocent nose, just for the strange pleasure of hearing the yells
of despair it instantly set up. Captain Woolcot ascribed the
peculiar tendency to the fact that the child had once had a
dropsical-looking woolly lamb, from which the utmost pressure would
only elicit the faintest possible squeak: he said it was only
natural that now she had something so amenable to squeezing she
should want to utilize it.
Bunty was six, and was fat and very lazy. He hated scouting at
cricket, he loathed the very name of a paper-chase, and as for
running an errand, why, before anyone could finish saying something
was wanted he would have utterly disappeared. He was rather small
for his age;-and I don't think had ever been seen with a clean face.
Even at church, though the immediate front turned to the minister
might be passable, the people in the next pew had always an
uninterrupted view of the black rim where washing operations had
The next on the list - I am going from youngest to oldest, you
see - was the "show" Woolcot, as Pip, the eldest boy, used to say.
You have seen those exquisite child-angel faces on Raphael Tuck's
Christmas cards? I think the artist must just have dreamed of
Nell, and then reproduced the vision imperfectly. She was ten,
and had a little fairy-like figure, gold hair clustering in wonderful
waves and curls around her face, soft hazel eyes, and a little
rosebud of a mouth. She was not conceited either, her family took
care of that - Pip would have nipped such a weakness very sternly
in its earliest bud; but in some way if there was a pretty ribbon
to spare, or a breadth of bright material; just enough for one little
frock, it fell as a matter of course to her.
Judy was only three years older, but was the greatest contrast
imaginable. Nellie used to move rather slowly about, and would
have made a picture in any attitude. Judy I think, was never
seen to walk, and seldom looked picturesque. If she did not dash
madly to the place she wished to get to, she would progress by a
series of jumps, bounds, and odd little skips. She was very thin,
as people generally are who have quicksilver instead of blood in
their veins; she had a small, eager, freckled face, with very,
bright dark eyes, a small, determined mouth, and a mane of untidy,
curly dark hair that was: the trial of her life.
Without doubt she was the worst of the seven, probably because she
was the cleverest. Her brilliant inventive powers plunged them all
into ceaseless scrapes, and though she often bore the brunt of the
blame with equanimity, they used to turn round, not infrequently,
and upbraid her for suggesting the mischief. She had been
christened "Helen," which in no way account's for "Judy," but
then nicknames are rather unaccountable things sometimes, are they
not? Bunty said it was because she was always popping and
jerking herself about like the celebrated wife of Punch, and
there really is something in that. Her other name, "Fizz," is
easier to understand; Pip used to say he never yet had seen the
ginger ale that effervesced and bubbled and made the noise that
I haven't introduced you to Pip yet, have I? He was a little like
Judy, only handsomer and taller, and he was fourteen, and had as
good an opinion, of himself and as poor a one of girls as boys of
that age generally have.
Meg was the eldest of the family, and had a long, fair plait that
Bunty used to delight in pulling; a sweet, rather dreamy face,
and a powdering of pretty freckles that occasioned her much
tribulation of spirit.
It was generally believed in the family that she wrote poetry
and stories, and even kept a diary, but no one had ever seen a
vestige of her papers, she kept them so carefully locked up in
her, old tin hat-box. Their father, had you asked them they would
all have replied with considerable pride, was "a military man,"
and much from home. He did not understand children at all, and was
always grumbling at the noise they made, and the money they cost.
Still, I think he was rather proud of Pip, and sometimes, if Nellie
were prettily dressed, he would take her out with him in his dogcart.
He had offered to send the six of them to boarding school when he
brought home his young girl-wife, but she would not hear of it.
At first they had tried living in the barracks, but after a time
every one in the officers' quarters rose in revolt at the pranks
of those graceless children, so Captain Woolcot took a house some
distance up the Parramatta River, and in considerable bitterness
of spirit removed his family there.
They liked the change immensely; for there was a big wilderness
of a garden, two or three paddocks, numberless sheds for
hide-and-seek, and, best of all, the water. Their father kept
three beautiful horses, one at he barracks and a hunter and a
good hack at Misrule; so, to make up, the children - not that they
cared in the slightest - went about in shabby, out-at-elbow clothes,
and much-worn boots. They were taught - all but Pip, who went to
the grammar school - by a very third-class daily governess, who
lived in mortal fear of her ignorance being found out by her
pupils. As a matter of fact, they had found her out long ago, as
children will, but it suited them very well not to be pushed on
and made to work, so they kept the fact religiously to
Fowl for Dinner
"Oh, don't the days seem lank and long
When all goes right and nothing wrong;
And isn't your life extremely flat
With nothing whatever to grumble at?"
I hope you are not quite deafened yet, for though I have got
through the introductions, tea is not nearly finished, so we must
stay in the nursery a little longer: All the time I have been
talking Pip has been grumbling at the lack of good things. The
table was not very tempting, certainly; the cloth looked as if it
had been flung on, the china was much chipped and battered, the tea
was very weak, and there was nothing to eat but great thick slices
of bread and butter. Still, it was the usual tea, and everyone
seemed surprised at Pip's outburst.
"My father and Esther" (they all called their young stepmother
by her Christian name) "are having roast fowl, three vegetables,
and four kinds of pudding," he said angrily; "it isn't fair!"
"But we had dinner at one o'clock, Pip, and yours is saved as
usual," said Meg, pouring out tea with a lavish allowance of hot
water and sugar.
"Boiled mutton and carrots and rice pudding!" returned her brother
witheringly. "Why shouldn't we have roast fowl and custard and
"Yes, why shouldn't we?" echoed little greedy Bunty; his eyes
"What a lot it would take for all of us!" said Meg, cheerfully
attacking the bread loaf.
"We're only children - let us be thankful for this nice thick bread
and this abundance of melting butter," said Judy, in a good little
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
"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
"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
"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
"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
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
"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.
Down the passage they went, the other five behind to watch
proceedings. Judy sat down with him on the last step.
"Boy want chuck-chuck, pretty chuck-chuck?" she said insidiously.
"Chuck-chuck, chuck-a-chuck," he gurgled, looking all around
for his favourite friends.
"Dad got lots - all THIS many," said Judy, opening her arms very
wide to denote the number in her father's possession. "Boydie,
go get them!"
"Chuck-chuck," crowed the General delightedly, and struggling
to his feet - "find chuck-chuck."
"In there," whispered Judy, giving him a gentle push into the
half-open dining-room door; "ask Dad."
Right across the room the baby tottered on fat, unsteady little
"Are the children ALL possessed to-night, Esther?" said the
Captain, as his youngest-son clutched wildly at his leg and
tried to climb up it.
He looked down into the little dirty, dimpling face. "Well,
General, and to what do we owe the honour of your presence?"
"Chuck-chuck, chuck-a-chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck," said the
General, going down promptly upon all fours to seek for the
feathered darlings Judy had said were here.
But Esther gathered up the dear, dirty-faced young rascal and
bore him struggling out of the room. At the foot of the stairs
she nearly stumbled over the rest of the family.
"Oh, you scamps, you bad, wicked imps!" she said, reaching out
to box all their ears, and of course failing.
She sat down on the bottom stair to laugh for a second, then she
handed the General to Pip. "To-morrow," she said, standing up
and hastily smoothing the rich hair that the General's hands had
clutched gleefully - "to-morrow I shall beat every one of you
with the broomstick."
They watched the train of her yellow' silk dress disappear into
the dining-room again, and returned slowly to the nursery and
their interrupted tea.
Virtue Not Always Rewarded
It was not to be expected that such an occurrence could be passed
entirely over, but then again it is difficult to punish seven
children at the same time. At first Captain Woolcot had requested
Esther to ask Miss Marsh, the governess, to give them all ten
French verbs to learn; but, as Judy pointed out, the General
and Baby and Bunty and Nell had not arrived at the dignity of
French verbs yet, so such a punishment would be iniquitous.
The sentence therefore had not been quite decided upon as yet,
and everyone felt in an uncomfortable state of suspense.
"Your father says you're a disgraceful tribe," said the young
stepmother slowly, sitting down on the nursery rocking-chair
a day later. She had on a trailing morning wrapper of white
muslin with cherry ribbons, but there was a pin doing duty
for a button in one or two places and the lace was hanging
off a bit at the sleeve.
"Meg, dear, you're very untidy, you know, and Judy's absolutely
Meg was attired in an unbecoming green cashmere, with the elbows
out and the plush torn off in several places, while Judy's
exceedingly scant and faded pink zephyr had rents in several
places, and the colour was hardly to be seen for fruit-stains.
Meg coloured a little. "I know, Esther, and I'd like to be
nicely-dressed as well as anyone, but it really isn't worth
mending these old things."
She picked up her book about the elegant girls who were
disturbing her serenity and went over to the armchair with it.
"Well, Judy, you go and sew up those rents, and put some buttons
on your frock." Esther spoke with unusual determination.
Judy's eyes snapped and sparkled.
"'Is that a dagger that I see before me, the handle to my hand?
Come, let me grasp it,'" she said saucily, snatching one of the
pins from Esther's dress, fastening her own with it, and dropping
Esther reddened a little now.
"That's the General, Judy: he always pulls the buttons off my
wrappers when I play with him. But I'm forgetting. Children,
I have bad news for you."
There was a breathless silence. Everyone crowded round her knees.
"Sentence has been proclaimed," said Judy dramatically: "let us
shave our heads and don sackcloth."
"Your father says he cannot allow such conduct to go unpunished,
especially as you have all been unusually tiresome lately;
therefore: you are all - "
"To be taken away and hanged by the neck until we are dead!"
"Be quiet, Judy. I have tried my best to beg you off, but it
only makes him more vexed. He says you are the untidiest, most
unruly lot of children in Sydney, and he will punish you each time
you do anything, and - "
"There shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth."
"Oh, shut up, Judy! Can't you let us hear?" Pip put his hand
over her mouth and held her by the hair while Esther told the
"None of you are to go to the pantomime. The seats were taken for
Thursday night, and now, you very foolish children, you will all
have to stay at home."
There was a perfect howl of dismay for a minute or two. They had
all been looking forward to this treat for nearly a month, and the
disappointment was a really bitter one to them all.
"Oh, I say, Esther, that's too bad, really! All the fellows at
school have been." Pip's handsome face flushed angrily. "And for
such a little thing, too!"
"Just because you had roast fowl for dinner," said Judy, in a
half-choked voice. "Oh, Esther, why couldn't you have had cow,
or horse, or hippopotamus - anything but roast fowl?"
"Couldn't you get round him, Esther?" Meg looked anxiously at
"Dear Esther, do!"
"Oh, you sweet, beautiful Essie, do try!"
They clung round her eagerly. Baby flung her arms round her neck
and nearly choked her; Nell stroked her cheek; Pip patted her
back, and besought her to "be a good fellow"; Bunty buried his
nose in her back hair and wept a silent tear; Meg clasped her hand
in an access of unhappiness; the General gave a series of delighted
squeaks; and Judy in her wretchedness smacked him for his pains.
Esther would do her best, beg as she had never done before, coax,
beseech, wheedle, threaten; and they let her go at last with that
"Only I'd advise you all to be preternaturally good and quiet
all day," she said, looking back from the doorway. "That would
have most effect with him, and he is going to be at home all day."
GOOD! It was absolutely painful to witness the virtue of those
children for the rest of the day.
It was holiday-time, and Miss Marsh was away, but not once did
the sound of quarrelling, or laughing, or crying fly down
to the lower regions.
"'Citizens of Rome, the eyes of the world are upon you!'"
Judy had said solemnly, and all had promised so to conduct
themselves that their father's heart could not fail to be melted.
Pip put on his school jacket, brushed his hair, took a pile of
school books, and proceeded to the study where his father was
writing letters, and where he was allowed to do his home-lessons.
"Well, what do you want?" said the Captain, with a frown. "No,
it's no good coming to the about that pup, sir - I won't have you
"I came to study, sir," said Pip mildly. "I feel I'm a bit
backward with my mathematics, so I won't waste all the holidays,
when I'm costing you so much in school fees."
The Captain gave a little gasp and looked hard at Pip; but the
boy's face was so unsmiling and earnest that he was disarmed,