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"
And
for
heaven
's
sake
,
Meggie
,
next
time
you
feel
sick
,
tell
me
!
Do
n't
just
sit
there
until
it
's
too
late
and
I
've
got
a
mess
to
clean
up
as
well
as
everything
else
!
Now
you
're
going
to
have
to
hurry
,
because
if
you
're
late
for
the
bell
Sister
Agatha
is
sure
to
cane
you
.
Behave
yourself
,
and
mind
your
brothers
.
"
Bob
,
Jack
,
Hughie
and
Stu
were
hopping
up
and
down
by
the
front
gate
when
Fee
finally
pushed
Meggie
out
the
door
,
her
luncheon
jam
sandwiches
in
an
old
satchel
.
"
Come
on
,
Meggie
,
we
'll
be
late
!
"
Bob
shouted
,
moving
off
down
the
road
.
Meggie
followed
the
dwindling
forms
of
her
brothers
at
a
run
.
It
was
a
little
after
seven
o'clock
in
the
morning
,
and
the
gentle
sun
had
been
up
several
hours
;
the
dew
had
dried
off
the
grass
except
where
there
was
deep
shade
.
The
Wahine
road
was
a
wheel-rutted
earthen
track
,
two
ribbons
of
dark
red
separated
by
a
wide
band
of
bright
green
grass
.
White
calla
lilies
and
orange
nasturtiums
flowered
profusely
in
the
high
grass
to
either
side
,
where
the
neat
wooden
fences
of
bordering
properties
warned
against
trespassing
.
Bob
always
walked
to
school
along
the
top
of
the
right-hand
fences
,
balancing
his
leather
satchel
on
his
head
instead
of
wearing
it
haversack
style
.
The
left-hand
fence
belonged
to
Jack
,
which
permitted
the
three
younger
Clearys
domain
of
the
road
itself
.
At
the
top
of
the
long
,
steep
hill
they
had
to
climb
from
the
smithy
hollow
to
where
the
Robertson
road
joined
the
Wahine
road
,
they
paused
for
a
moment
,
panting
,
the
five
bright
heads
haloed
against
a
puffily
clouded
sky
.
This
was
the
best
part
,
going
down
the
hill
;
they
linked
hands
and
galloped
on
the
grassy
verge
until
it
vanished
in
a
tangle
of
flowers
,
wishing
they
had
the
time
to
sneak
under
Mr.
Chapman
's
fence
and
roll
all
the
way
down
like
boulders
.
It
was
five
miles
from
the
Cleary
house
to
Wahine
,
and
by
the
time
Meggie
saw
telegraph
poles
in
the
distance
her
legs
were
trembling
and
her
socks
were
falling
down
.
Ears
tuned
for
the
assembly
bell
,
Bob
glanced
at
her
impatiently
as
she
toiled
along
,
hitching
at
her
drawers
and
giving
an
occasional
gasp
of
distress
.
Her
face
under
the
mass
of
hair
was
pink
and
yet
curiously
pallid
.
Sighing
,
Bob
passed
his
satchel
to
Jack
and
ran
his
hands
down
the
sides
of
his
knickers
.
"
Come
on
,
Meggie
,
I
'll
piggyback
you
the
rest
of
the
way
,
"
he
said
gruffly
,
glaring
at
his
brothers
in
case
they
had
the
mistaken
idea
that
he
was
going
soft
.
Meggie
scrambled
onto
his
back
,
heaved
herself
up
enough
to
lock
her
legs
around
his
waist
,
and
pillowed
her
head
on
his
skinny
shoulder
blissfully
.
Now
she
could
view
Wahine
in
comfort
.
There
was
not
much
to
see
.
Little
more
than
a
big
village
,
Wahine
straggled
down
each
side
of
a
tar-centered
road
.
The
biggest
building
was
the
local
hotel
,
of
two
stories
,
with
an
awning
shading
the
footpath
from
the
sun
and
posts
supporting
the
awning
all
along
the
gutter
.
The
general
store
was
the
next-biggest
building
,
also
boasting
a
sheltering
awning
,
and
two
long
wooden
benches
under
its
cluttered
windows
for
passers-by
to
rest
upon
.
There
was
a
flagpole
in
front
of
the
Masonic
hall
;
from
its
top
a
tattered
Union
Jack
fluttered
faded
in
the
stiff
breeze
.
