“Never forget that five little bush girls are in your debt, Teddo,” cried Mollie. “We’ll never forget you.”
“Good old Teddo!” cried Doris.
“Good luck to you, Teddo—all your life!” said Eva.
“I’ll let oo take my ole dollie, Teddo, if oo like,” said Baby, as she solemnly held her spoon in the air.
“Bless your little heart an’ soul, Baby,” cried Teddo. “I wouldn’t take it from you for the world. But I’ll tell you what I’ll do—I’ll send you a beauty from Queensland.”
“Oh, dood Teddo, dood Teddo!” chuckled Baby; “send me a pitty noo dolly.”
“We’ll all miss you dreadfully, Teddo,” said Mollie. “There’ll be no one to tell us all the news on mail days now.”
“And no one to tell us when the little Smith girls down the creek have new dresses,” said Eva.
“Or no one to tell us about the buck-jumping horses at the station,” said Willie. “Ugh! it’ll be a bit off without you.”
For Teddo had always brought along a little fund of news for each one.