Eva Ibbotson - One Dog and His Boy

The Great Ghost Rescue

Which Witch?

The Haunting of Hiram

The Worm and the Toffee-Nosed Princess

Not Just a Witch

The Secret of Platform 13

Dial A Ghost

Monster Mission

Journey to the River Sea

The Star of Kazan

The Beasts of Clawstone Castle

The Dragonfly Pool

The Ogre of Oglefort

I owe a great debt of gratitude to Toby Ibbotson for the help and encouragement he gave me in the writing of this book.

All Hal had ever wanted was a dog.

He had wanted one for his last birthday and for the birthday before, and for Christmas, and now that his birthday was coming round again he wanted one more desperately than ever. He had read about dogs and dreamed about dogs; he knew how to feed them and how to train them. But whenever he asked his mother for a dog she told him not to be silly.

How could we have a dog? Think of the mess; hairs on the carpet and scratch marks on the door, and the smell Not to mention puddles on the floor, said Albina Fenton, and shuddered.

And when Hal said that he would see to it that it didnt smell and would take it out again and again so that it didnt make puddles, she looked hurt.

You have such a beautiful home, she told her son, I would have thought you would be grateful.

This was true in a way. Hals parents were rich; they lived in a large modern house in the suburbs with carpets so thick that your feet sank right into them and silk curtains that swept to the floor. There were three new cars in the garage one for Albina, one for her husband and one for the maid to use when she took Hal to school and five bathrooms with gold taps and power showers, and a sauna. In the kitchen every kind of gadget hummed and buzzed; squeezers and coffee makers and extractors and the patio was tiled with marble brought in specially from Italy.

But in the whole of the house there was nothing that was alive. Not the smallest beetle, not the frailest spider, not the shyest mouse Albina Fenton and the maids who came and went saw to that. And in the garden there were no flowers only raked gravel because flowers mean earth and mess.

Although he knew it was silly to go on hoping, Hal decided he would have a last try. Three days before his tenth birthday he got up early and padded across the deep blue carpet, which was going to be replaced in the coming week because blue, his mother said, was out of fashion. He had said he liked blue but his mother had just smiled at him in that rather regretful way which meant that he had said something foolish.

Now he turned off his night light shaped like a flying saucer and wondered why he seemed to sleep just as badly with the flying saucer night light as he had done with the night light in the shape of a skyscraper.

Then he went into his bathroom and washed carefully, making sure that he didnt miss out any bits, and cleaned his teeth extra hard with his electric toothbrush before spraying his mouth with the high-pressure breath freshener fixed to the wall.

He wanted to have everything right before he wrote the note to his mother because it was important. If she took notice of it everything would come right, but if she didnt

So now he sat down at his specially designed writing desk and found a pen and a piece of headed notepaper, because his parents hated anything to be scrappy, and wrote very, very carefully:

PLEASE CAN I HAVE A DOG FOR MY BIRTHDAY? PLEASE?

He wrote it out three times because he wanted the writing to be really good his parents had moved him from his last school because they said he wasnt making enough progress and then he padded across the corridor and pushed the note through his mothers bedroom door. There was no point in writing a note to his father because his father was in Dubai, or perhaps Hong Kong. Or even Tokyo. Hal could never be certain, though he tried very hard to keep track of his fathers business travels. His father was a frequent flyer and more often in the air than on the ground.

Albina Fenton, Hals mother, was in her walk-in wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear.

Really, everythings in rags, she muttered, passing along a row of glittering evening dresses, then back along a line of tailored suits, opening drawers of frilly blouses and embroidered scarves. Ill have to throw most of it away and start again. Some serious shopping is required.

When she came out of the wardrobe, she saw that someone had pushed a note under her door and her heart sank. It would be Hal. She hadnt forgotten his birthday; on the contrary, she had made all sorts of arrangements. She had ordered a gift pack from Hamleys and another from Harrods. They would pick out presents suitable for his age group and deliver them the day before and they had never failed her yet. A well-known caterer was bringing in the food and she had booked an entertainer for the party but Hal had been difficult about the party because they had moved him from his old school to another one which was more suitable in every way, with the right kind of children, and for some reason Hal had been slow to make new friends.

She picked up the note. If only he isnt on about the same thing, she thought.

But he was, and now she had to explain to him again how impossible it was and had to endure it while Hal turned away and bit his lower lip and looked like a penniless orphan instead of a boy who had everything he could want in the world.

It really isnt fair, she said to her friends when they came for morning coffee and Hal had been taken to his Activities Club by the maid. I do everything for that boy and he is never thankful.

Her friends all had names which began with G: Glenda and Geraldine and Gloria and they were quick to sympathize.

But he does look a bit peaky, said Glenda. I tell you what, Ive read somewhere that they do kissograms for children on their birthdays. Or huggograms, I suppose they would be. They send someone dressed like a chimpanzee or some other animal, and he sings a funny song and delivers a message. Maybe they could get someone dressed like a dog?

After her friends had gone, Albina rang her husbands office and asked his secretary to get a message through to him in Dubai. Remind him that its Hals birthday on Friday, she said. Hell be able to pick up a present for him in the Duty Free.

Really there wasnt any more she could do, thought Albina, and she picked up a furnishing catalogue from the pile on the coffee table. Everybody said that beige was the in colour this year; shed have to get rid of the white carpet in the dining room Not that theyd be here much longer: she really felt quite shamed living in a house without a swimming pool.

Right up to the last minute, Hal went on hoping.

He would open his eyes on the morning of his birthday and hear a snuffling noise outside the door and the dog would come running in sometimes the dog was brown and fluffy, sometimes it was white with a smooth coat. Hal didnt mind what it looked like; it would be alive, and it would belong to him, and it would be there when his father was in Dubai and his mother was out with her friends and he was alone in the house with the maid who changed every month and was always so homesick and so sad.