had gone. I could hear Mum bustling around in the kitchen.
âUncle Trev popped in,â I called out.
âWhatâs that?â
âUncle Trev came in.â
âAs if I hadnât smelt him and his dirty old dog the moment I put my foot inside the back door.â
âMum, Uncle Trev told me about the ghost that Mr Shunter and Ken Quaver saw down the hall. Itâs Napoleonâs ghost, he said, carrying his head under his arm and crying because Captain Cook beat him at the Battle of Waharoa and made him sign the Treaty of Waitangi or heâd get his block knocked off.â
âThere ought to be a law against that man coming in and filling you up with his stories. Napoleon never came within cooee of Waharoa. And he was dead long before the Treaty of Waitangi.â
âUncle Trev said youâd remember better than him.â
âWhat on earth theyâre going to do with you when you go back to school, I donât know. Filling you up with all that wicked rubbish about Napoleon and Captain Cook and the Treaty of Waitangi.
âNow, hold your nose and drink this because the doctor said itâll make you better, and you can have a piece of cake to take away the taste. Donât go wrinkling up your nose. Just hold your breath, and down it goes. Oh, come on, itâs not as bad as that.â
âI wish I could put my head under my arm like old Boney, and then I wouldnât be able to taste the medicine.â
âIf wishes were horses, beggars could ride. Thatâs it. Hereâs your cake. Iâve a good mind to make that uncle of yours drink a glass of your medicine. Perhaps thatâll stop him telling those stories.â
âMum,â I said, âdo you remember Napoleon?â
âHow would I remember Napoleon?â
âUncle Trev said you would. Well, he said youâve got a lot more to remember because youâre so much older than him.â
âNapoleon died long before my mother was born.â Mum looked at me and spoke very slowly. âAnd Iâm only a year older than your uncle, and donât you forget itâ¦Iâll give that man Napoleonâs ghost next time he comes in.â
Chapter Twelve
The Day the Barbarians Sacked Waharoa
Before Mum let Uncle Trev into the house, she went out and searched his lorry to make sure he didnât have Gotta Henry hidden.
âJust that smelly old dog sitting up in the cab and imagining heâs a Christian,â she said, coming back in. âYou see your uncle doesnât go bringing it inside.â
âAw.â
âAll right. Your uncle can bring it around so you can say hello through the window, but no opening it, now. We donât want a chill. The air outsideâs quite brisk.
âIâm off to the flower show at Hinuera. I never feel easy, leaving the house with your uncle here. When I think of that time I came home and saw smoke rising from the backyardâ¦Making gunpowder, indeed. Upsetting the neighbours, and putting the chooks off laying. Thereâs Mrs Burns tooting. I must run.â
âImagine the cackle in that car,â said Uncle Trev. âYour mother, Mrs Burns, and Mrs Dripnose all squawking together.â
âMrs Diprose.â
âThatâs what I said. None of them listening to the others. Shrieking, waving, and nodding their silly hats like a carful of turkeys shaking their wattles and going âGobble, gobble, gobble.â â
I grinned, so Uncle Trev gobbled again and said, âYour mother made me swear I wouldnât bring Old Tip through the door.â
âShe said I could say hello through the window.â
âWell, say it.â
I looked through the window and there was Old Tip. âHello,â I said and waved, and Old Tip bounced and barked.
âThatâs all right then. Youâve done what she told you to do.â Uncle Trev opened the window, and Old Tip leapt through, snuffled and
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