Produced by Geoffrey Cowling. HTML version by Al Haines. Seven Little Australians by Ethel Turner CONTENTS CHAPTER I Chiefly Descriptive II Fowl for Dinner III Virtue Not Always Rewarded IV The General Sees Active Service V "Next Monday Morning" VI The Sweetness of Sweet Sixteen VII "What Say You to Falling in Love?" VIII A Catapult and a Catastrophe IX Consequences X Bunty in the Light of a Hero XI The Truant XII Swish, Swish! XIII Uninvited Guests XIV The Squatter's Invitation XV Three Hundred Miles in the Train XVI Yarrahappini XVII Cattle-Drafting at Yarrahappini XVIII The Picnic at Krangi-Bahtoo XIX A Pale-Blue Hair Ribbon XX Little Judy XXI When the Sun Went Down XXII And Last To MY MOTHER CHAPTER I Chiefly Descriptive Before you fairly start this story I should like to give you just a word of warning. If you imagine you are going to read of model children, with perhaps; a naughtily inclined one to point a moral, you had better lay down the book immediately and betake yourself to 'Sandford and Merton' or similar standard juvenile works. Not one of the seven is really good, for the very excellent reason that Australian children never are. In England, and America, and Africa, and Asia, the little folks may be paragons of virtue, I know little about them. But in Australia a model child is--I say it not without thankfulness--an unknown quantity. It may be that the miasmas of naughtiness develop best in the sunny brilliancy of our atmosphere. It may be that the land and the people are young-hearted together, and the children's spirits not crushed and saddened by the shadow of long years' sorrowful history. There is a lurking sparkle of joyousness and rebellion and mischief in nature here, and therefore in children. Often the light grows dull and the bright colouring fades to neutral tints in the dust and heat of the day. But when it survives play-days and school-days, circumstances alone determine whether the electric sparkle shall go to play will-o'-the-wisp with the larrikin type, or warm the breasts of the spirited, single-hearted, loyal ones who alone can "advance Australia." Enough of such talk. Let me tell you about my seven select spirits. They are having nursery tea at the present moment with a minimum of comfort and a maximum of noise, so if you can bear a deafening babel of voices and an unmusical clitter-clatter of crockery I will take you inside the room and introduce them to you.