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"
Erckle
!
What
a
fate
!
"
chuckled
Dane
.
"
Fancy
half
of
you
still
being
alive
while
the
other
half
of
you
is
busy
being
digested
.
"
Avid
reading
--
that
Drogheda
passion
--
had
given
the
two
O'Neill
children
excellent
vocabularies
at
an
early
age
.
They
were
intelligent
,
alert
and
interested
in
everything
.
Life
was
particularly
pleasant
for
them
.
They
had
their
thoroughbred
ponies
,
increasing
in
size
as
they
did
;
they
endured
their
correspondence
lessons
at
Mrs.
Smith
's
green
kitchen
table
;
they
played
in
the
pepper
tree
cubbyhouse
;
they
had
pet
cats
,
pet
dogs
,
even
a
pet
goanna
,
which
walked
beautifully
on
a
leash
and
answered
to
its
name
.
Their
favorite
pet
was
a
miniature
pink
pig
,
as
intelligent
as
any
dog
,
called
Iggle-Piggle
.
So
far
from
urban
congestion
,
they
caught
few
diseases
and
never
had
colds
or
influenza
.
Meggie
was
terrified
of
infantile
paralysis
,
diphtheria
,
anything
which
might
swoop
out
of
nowhere
to
carry
them
off
,
so
whatever
vaccines
became
available
they
received
.
It
was
an
ideal
existence
,
full
of
physical
activity
and
mental
stimulation
.
When
Dane
was
ten
and
Justine
eleven
they
were
sent
to
boarding
school
in
Sydney
,
Dane
to
Riverview
as
tradition
demanded
,
and
Justine
to
Kincoppal
.
When
she
put
them
on
the
plane
the
first
time
,
Meggie
watched
as
their
white
,
valiantly
composed
little
faces
stared
out
of
a
window
,
handkerchiefs
waving
;
they
had
never
been
away
from
home
before
.
She
had
wanted
badly
to
go
with
them
,
see
them
settled
in
for
herself
,
but
opinion
was
so
strongly
against
her
she
yielded
.
From
Fee
down
to
Jims
and
Patsy
,
everyone
felt
they
would
do
a
great
deal
better
on
their
own
.
"
Do
n't
mollycoddle
them
,
"
said
Fee
sternly
.
But
indeed
she
felt
like
two
different
people
as
the
DC-3
took
off
in
a
cloud
of
dust
and
staggered
into
the
shimmering
air
.
Her
heart
was
breaking
at
losing
Dane
,
and
light
at
the
thought
of
losing
Justine
.
There
was
no
ambivalence
in
her
feelings
about
Dane
;
his
gay
,
even-tempered
nature
gave
and
accepted
love
as
naturally
as
breathing
.
But
Justine
was
a
lovable
,
horrible
monster
.
One
had
to
love
her
,
because
there
was
much
to
love
:
her
strength
,
her
integrity
,
her
self-reliance
--
lots
of
things
.
The
trouble
was
that
she
did
n't
permit
love
the
way
Dane
did
,
nor
did
she
ever
give
Meggie
the
wonderful
feeling
of
being
needed
.
She
was
n't
matey
or
full
of
pranks
,
and
she
had
a
disastrous
habit
of
putting
people
down
,
chiefly
,
it
seemed
,
her
mother
.
Meggie
found
much
in
her
that
had
been
exasperating
in
Luke
,
but
at
least
Justine
was
n't
a
miser
.
For
that
much
be
thankful
.
A
thriving
airline
meant
that
all
the
children
's
vacations
,
even
the
shortest
ones
,
could
be
spent
on
Drogheda
.
However
,
after
an
initial
period
of
adjustment
both
children
enjoyed
their
schooling
.
Dane
was
always
homesick
after
a
visit
to
Drogheda
,
but
Justine
took
to
Sydney
as
if
she
had
always
lived
there
,
and
spent
her
Drogheda
time
longing
to
be
back
in
the
city
.
The
Riverview
Jesuits
were
delighted
;
Dane
was
a
marvelous
student
,
in
the
classroom
and
on
the
playing
field
.
The
Kincoppal
nuns
,
on
the
other
hand
,
were
definitely
not
delighted
;
no
one
with
eyes
and
a
tongue
as
sharp
as
Justine
's
could
hope
to
be
popular
.
A
class
ahead
of
Dane
,
she
was
perhaps
the
better
student
of
the
two
,
but
only
in
the
classroom
.
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