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Portrait of Miles Franklin Miles Franklin My Brilliant Career — Chapter XXII (1901)

At noon--a nice, blazing, dusty noon--we halted within a mile of Caddagat for lunch. I could have easily ridden home for mine, but preferred to have it with the drovers for fun. The men boiled the billy and made the tea, which we drank out of tin pots, with tinned fish and damper off tin plates as the completion of the menu, Mr Ledwood and I at a little distance from the men. Tea boiled in a billy at a bush fire has a deliciously aromatic flavour, and I enjoyed my birthday lunch immensely.
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Portrait of Miles Franklin Miles Franklin My Brilliant Career — Chapter XXII (1901)

Youth! Joy! Warmth!
The clack of the garden gate, as it swung to, awoke me from a pleasant sleep. Grannie had left the veranda, and on the table where she had been writing aunt Helen was filling many vases with maidenhair fern and La France roses. A pleasant clatter from the dining-room announced that my birthday tea was in active preparation. The position of the yellow sunbeams at the far end of the wide veranda told that the dense shadows were lengthening, and that the last of the afternoon was wheeling westward.
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Portrait of Miles Franklin Miles Franklin My Brilliant Career — Chapter XXII (1901)

Harold accepted the proposal, and remarked:
"What is the matter with your niece? It is the first time I ever saw her quiet."
"Yes; she is a noisy little article--a perfect whirlwind in the house--but she is a little tired this afternoon; she has been seeing those sheep through today."
"Don't you think it would be a good lark if I get something and tickle her?" said Goodchum.
"Yes, do," said Harold; "but look out for squalls. She is a great little fizzer."
"Then she might be insulted."
"Not she," interposed auntie. "No one will enjoy the fun more than herself."
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