THE WELL-BELOVED 



the whereabouts of a companion. 

 Down the hillsides the pickers 

 are scattered, each one intent 

 on massing as big a bunch 

 as he, or she, can possibly 

 hold. Sometimes one of a 

 party will come across a tree 

 of Christmas bush all red in its 

 summer glory, and then indeed 

 is the bunch a thing of joy and 

 beauty. Some of the gatherers 

 add the flannel flowers to their 

 bunches, making a glorious 

 contrast of red, white and 

 yellow. But the majority are 

 out after bells, and nothing but 

 Christmas bush will divert them 

 from their quest. 



For of all the flowers that 

 grow there are none so dear to the 

 heart of the Sydney-sider as 

 the Christmas flowers. Even the 

 waratah and the rocklily, prized 

 as they are, must give way 

 before these flaming beauties. 

 But it is not merely their 



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