Chinkie's Flat and Other Stories
, and knew that Grainger was a wealthy mine-owner, had a sister staying with him on a visit-and was a bachelor. She also knew that Mallard was the editor of the Champion, and was lik
, after a brief inspection of the rooms-which were really handsomely furnished-took three of the largest and a p
t. Wear something very simple, as it is the first evening; and be particularly nice to his sister-I'm sure he's very fond of her. She'll only be here
called "Judy" for thirty-two years of her lif
rence. And if you allow Jimmy to sit at the same table with us to-night he'll simply disgust these new people. When you
daughter, and she was about to make an a
" said the "new chum" Irish hous
r into the recep
the grane carpet on de flore; becos' I'm after puttin' her in the wan wid the sthuffed burd? Anny
nd in her c
sind in h
, you stu
by anny wan, instead av thirty here, which I do be thinkin' is not the place to shuit me"-and the indignant da
ut eighteen, with long-lashed, dark-grey eyes, and a somewhat worn and drawn expression about her small mouth, as if sh
rs. Trappème's big, protruding, and offensive pale-blue eyes stared at and took in the girl's modest attir
bility. "I did not advertise. I merely notified in the Champion that I woul
ich, in this place, amount to quite a guinea
, and then looked steadily
ived from Sydney this morning in the Corea, and as I am very tired, I should like to rest in an hour or so-as soon as you can
e said, with a tinge of sarcasm in her clear
e had noticed that the purse the girl had pro
beamingly, "and will you not
ll me where Mr. Mallard, the editor of the Champion, lives? I know where the office is, b
dinary! Mr. Mallard was here only half an hour ago with a Mr. Graing
sh to see Mr. Grainger also. I had no idea that he was in Townsville, and was calling on
be here for d
ardcase she handed Mrs. Trappème a card on
inquisitively, thinking of the poor chance Juliette would h
en him," said the girl st
nd for my luggage
ou not look at your room, and join my da
and see either Mr. Mallard or Mr. Graing
Street. My daughter Lilla will b
Mrs. Trappème, whose curiosity was now at such a pitch that she was beg
id excitedly, as she mopped her florid face: "doesn't know him, and yet
ut her clothes are all right, I can tell you." (She knew all about clothes
but uppish. I wonder what on earth sh
pected and criticised by the whole Trappème family. Each trunk bore a pa
ppème, "and why on earth is she going there? And her nam
carry in the luggage, and now stood erect with flaming face and angry eyes. "Sure an' I tould yez she was
room, Mary," said M
I'm ready to lave the place intirely, an' so is the cook an' stableman, an' the gardener. Sure none a
simultaneously was too awful for Mrs. Tra
I suppose, then, that Miss
er swate face toold me so before
nts yery carefully, Mary. She wi
t ma'am. Sure she's a sweet young lady
appème