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They promised.鈥淐old little devil! Cold little devil!鈥 said the hateful voice.


鈥淥h, what a bother!鈥 said Josephine. She bit her lip. 鈥淲hat had we better do?鈥漃resently there sounded the rumble of the coach, the crack of Kelly鈥檚 whip. It came near enough for one to hear the voices of the men from town, talking loudly together. It stopped at the Burnells鈥 gate.


鈥淰ery good, Miss Jose.鈥漈he silver tongs dropped one, two, three 鈥 and a cherry tartlet. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 know why you鈥檙e giving me all these,鈥 she said, and nearly smiled. 鈥淚 shan鈥檛 eat them; I couldn鈥檛!鈥


The others had reached the house. 鈥淚 say, Isabel,鈥 called Bobby, 鈥渨ould you like me to wear my Nijinsky dress to-night?鈥滻n a steamer chair, under a manuka tree that grew in the middle of the front grass patch, Linda Burnell dreamed the morning away. She did nothing. She looked up at the dark, close, dry leaves of the manuka, at the chinks of blue between, and now and again a tiny yellowish flower dropped on her. Pretty 鈥 yes, if you held one of those flowers on the palm of your hand and looked at it closely, it was an exquisite small thing. Each pale yellow petal shone as if each was the careful work of a loving hand. The tiny tongue in the centre gave it the shape of a bell. And when you turned it over the outside was a deep bronze colour. But as soon as they flowered, they fell and were scattered. You brushed them off your frock as you talked; the horrid little things got caught in one鈥檚 hair. Why, then, flower at all? Who takes the trouble 鈥 or the joy 鈥 to make all these things that are wasted, wasted . . . It was uncanny.