A classic Australian tale.
Nell's appearance with the two portions of fowl was hailed with uproarious applause in the nursery; Meg was delighted with her share; cut apiece off for Baby, and the meal went on merrily.
"Where's Bunty? ", said Nell, pausing suddenly with a very clean drumstick in her fingers, "because I HOPE he hasn't gone too; someway I don't think Father was very pleased, especially as that man was there."
But that small youth had done so, and returned presently crestfallen.
"He wouldn't give me any--he told me to go away, and the man laughed, and Esther said we were very naughty--I got some feathered potatoes, though, from the table outside the door."
He opened his dirty little hands and dropped the uninviting feathered delicacy out upon the cloth.
"Bunty, you're a pig," sighed Meg, looking up from her book. She always read at the table, and this particular story was about some very refined, elegant girls.
"Pig yourself all of you've had fowl but me, you greedy th