It Happened One Day
p. 63 · Read in the full issue
JOE, the cook boy for the labour, had just appeared at the back door of the homestead as was his usual custom. It was his job to report on the general health and well-being of the labour, and to make complaints, if any.
The wife of the plantation-owner had just emerged from the kitchen, after helping to prepare breakfast. She was a member of a well known Australian family—and a lady, too!
The conversation proceeded something like this- Good morning, Marama (lady)!” waS 0 ?” 1 morning ’ Joe! Wel1 ’ J° e ’ what do you
“Me! I want some medicine for ’im!”
“For whom?”
“For ’im!” Then, with a wave of his finger in the direction of the labour lines. “For Tom! For ’im!”
“What is the matter with him, Joe?”
“Well, he got boil on bottom!”
N.C.M.H., Fiji.