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