Australian Tales - Setis
Australian Tales - Setis
Australian Tales - Setis
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under a shady tree, beside their pic-nic basket, and laughed till they<br />
almost cried at the antics of the merry group before them, the merriest<br />
amongst which was their respected friend, Mr. Lemonpip.<br />
In the meantime little Mrs. Lemonpip was as joyless as a pelican with a<br />
broken bill. Never was a woman so teazed and tormented as she, that is<br />
to say, she thought so. Nine times during the afternoon did she answer<br />
that clamorous brass knocker, at the summons of two beggars, four<br />
hawkers, the postman, the milkwoman, and Mr. McSkilly; and as each<br />
time the self-persecuted little body had to apply to the black bottle for a<br />
thimbleful of comfort, by the time the last-named knocker arrived, Mrs.<br />
Lemonpip was, as she herself admitted, as cross as two sticks; or, as Mr.<br />
McSkilly whispered, in his own ears, “The auld body was mair than half<br />
fou.”<br />
“It is half-past six,” exclaimed the wrathy little woman, as she filled up<br />
the tea-pot from the hissing kettle on the hob. “It's half-past six, and<br />
Lemonpip ought to have been home long ago; he very well knows our<br />
tea-time, and I shall not wait another minute, nor yet half a minute,” so<br />
down she sat to the table, with her lodger, and began to pour out the tea,<br />
and to pour into his unwilling ears a dolorous report of her woes and<br />
worries during the day, to which he listened with as much display of<br />
sympathy as she might have expected from a wooden highlander outside<br />
a snuff-shop. After tea, which was hastily partaken of, Mr. McSkilly<br />
went out for a walk, leaving his landlady “to nurse her wrath, and keep it<br />
warm,” until the return of her henpecked husband.<br />
Rat-tat went the knocker again, soon after eight o'clock. Mrs.<br />
Lemonpip thought it was her late-staying spouse, so she hastened to the<br />
door, hissing as she went, like a squib just before it goes bang; but, lo! to<br />
her relief it was her new maid of all-work, with a band-box and bundle.<br />
The next hour was occupied in showing Jemima the holes and corners of<br />
the kitchen, and in explaining to her the routine of her duties, to which<br />
Jemima every minute briefly replied, “Yes, mum.”<br />
About nine o'clock Mr. Lemonpip returned home, very tired, but<br />
pleased with the way he had spent his half-holiday; the only drawback to<br />
his enjoyment was, he said, the absence of his little pop-gun. He soon<br />
saw, however, from unmistakable signs, that the less he said to his popgun<br />
that evening, the less probability there would be of an explosion; so<br />
after explaining that he had taken tea with Mr. and Mrs. Docket, he took<br />
a book and quietly sat down to study it, until Mr. McSkilly returned<br />
home, when they had family prayer, and a little bit of supper, then they<br />
all retired to rest, Mrs. Lemonpip having previously taken another little<br />
drop of Old Tom, as usual, by way of a night-cap.<br />
In a very short time Mr. Lemonpip was performing a sleeping<br />
voluntary on his nasal organ, with open diapason, for he, happy old soul,<br />
had no cares or anxieties to keep him awake, and all his organ pipes were