BERTIE’S LAMENT
'AfES, my dear, I am sorry for the poor men at sea on a night like this.” Bertie lay 3nug in his twin bed and looked across at Maisio snuggled up in the blankets. Outside the wind roared and bellowed, and strange bumpings and groamags resounded throD house. Bertie had just turned in again after doing a round to quieten the whimperings of startled children. Lights out. Sleep, comfort and security. Morning came wet, murky and dismal. Across the precious garden lay a 60 r ft, many-branched wattle-tree, its mighty bead tousled and battered among the lacerated rows of beans and carrots. “’Did I say pity the sailors?” said Bertie ruefully. Here was work for weeks and weeks. “Never mind, dearie. Thinl: of the lovely firewood," murmured the wifely consoler.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 342, 1 May 1928, Page 13
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132BERTIE’S LAMENT Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 342, 1 May 1928, Page 13
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