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Portrait of Ethel Turner Ethel Turner The Family at Misrule — XII. THREE COURSES ONE SHILLING (1895)

There was a crash of crockery, one of those slow, piece-after-piece crashes, when you wonder if there can be anything left to be broken, angry words from the waiter and manager, confusion and laughter on the part of the diners, blankest amazement on the faces of Martha and Malcolm, and in the midst a small girl in a white frock and big hat clinging frantically to "a tallish little boy with brown eyes and dark, rough hair,"—a shabby, white-faced boy in a waiter's apron.
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Portrait of Ethel Turner Ethel Turner The Family at Misrule — XII. THREE COURSES ONE SHILLING (1895)

Hush! every one is looking at you; be quiet now, an we'll go to the Gardens, or somewhere where we can talk, and then we'll go home."
"I can't go home," Bunty said faintly.
He wondered if those five terrible months behind him were a dream; or if little trembling Poppet, who was holding him so tightly, was a vision his disordered imagination had called up.
"Oh, I can't go home, of course," he said, and pushed his thick hair back in a tired kind of way. "Hush, Poppet; go home with Martha like a good girl, and, on no account, say you've seen me.
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Portrait of Ethel Turner Ethel Turner The Family at Misrule — XII. THREE COURSES ONE SHILLING (1895)

No, I'll have sucking pig too, please, Martha; I like tasting new things."
"Did you ever!" remarked Martha, looking troubled; "it might make you ill, Miss Poppet dear. Have corned beef like a good little girl."
But Poppet could be firm on occasion. She did not dine at a restaurant every day, and when she did she had no intention of confining herself to ordinary things.
"Sucking pig for two," said Malcolm to the waiter, and paused for Poppet's order.
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