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قراءة كتاب An Australian Lassie
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AN AUSTRALIAN LASSIE
"Seated on a partly submerged post ... was John Brown." (Page 25.)AN AUSTRALIAN
LASSIE
BY
LILIAN TURNER
author of "the perry girls," etc.
ILLUSTRATIONS BY A. J. JOHNSON
WARD, LOCK & CO., LIMITED
LONDON AND MELBOURNE
TO
MY STEPFATHER
CHARLES COPE
CONTENTS
| CHAP. | PAGE | |
|---|---|---|
| I. | Wygate School | 9 |
| II. | The Pearl Seekers | 20 |
| III. | "The Daily Round—The Common Task" | 30 |
| IV. | Ghosts | 41 |
| V. | John Brown | 59 |
| VI. | Monday Morning | 68 |
| VII. | "Carew-Brown" | 79 |
| VIII. | The Fight | 86 |
| IX. | Dorothea's Friends | 101 |
| X. | Riches or Rags | 112 |
| XI. | The Artist by the Wayside | 123 |
| XII. | Betty in the Lion's Den | 134 |
| XIII. | "If I were only You!" | 147 |
| XIV. | John's Plans | 162 |
| XV. | On the Road | 177 |
| XVI. | The Note on the Pincushion | 189 |
| XVII. | In the City | 201 |
| XVIII. | Alma's Shilling | 214 |
| XIX. | The Bent-Shouldered Old Gentleman | 224 |
| XX. | The Day After School | 234 |
| XXI. | "Good-bye, Good-bye" | 245 |
CHAPTER I
WYGATE SCHOOL
"Emily Underwood, 19; Stanley Smith, 20; Cyril Bruce, 21; Nellie Underwood, 22; Elizabeth Bruce, 23—bottom of the class!"
Mr. Sharman took off his eyeglasses, rubbed them, and put them on again. Then he looked very hard at the little girl at the end of the furthest form, who was hanging her head and industriously biting a slate pencil.
"Stand up, Elizabeth Bruce. Put down your pencil and fold your hands behind you."
Elizabeth did as she was told instantly. Her rosy face looked anxiously into the master's stern one.
"Yesterday morning," the master said, "you were head of the class. This morning I find your name at the end of the list. How was that?"
Elizabeth hung her head again, and her dimpled chin hid itself behind the needlework of her pinafore.
A small girl, a few seats higher, held up her hand and waved it impatiently.
"Well?" asked the master.
"Please sir, she was promptin' Cyril Bruce."
"Silence!" thundered the master sternly. Then his gaze went back to the bent head of the little