Enid Blyton - Five Go to Smuggler’s Top

One fine day right at the beginning of the Easter holidays, four children and a dog travelled by train together.

Soon be there now, said Julian, a tall strong boy, with a determined face.

Woof, said Timothy the dog, getting excited, and trying to look out of the window too.

Get down, Tim, said Julian, Let Anne have a look.

Anne was his young sister. She put her head out of the window. Were coming into Kirrin Station! she said. I do hope Aunt Fanny will be there to meet us.

Of course she will! said Georgina, her cousin. She looked more like a boy than a girl, for she wore her hair very short, and it curled close about her head. She too had a determined face, like Julian. She pushed Anne away and looked out of the window.

Its nice to be going home, she said. I love schoolbut it will be fun to be at Kirrin Cottage and perhaps sail out to Kirrin Island and visit the castle there. We havent been since last summer.

Dicks turn to look out now, said Julian, turning to his younger brother, a boy with a pleasant face, sitting reading in a corner. Were just coming into sight of Kirrin, Dick. Cant you stop reading for a second?

Its such an exciting book, said Dick, and shut it with a clap. The most exciting adventure story Ive ever read!

Pooh! I bet its not as exciting as some of the adventures weve had! said Anne, at once.

It was quite true that the five of them, counting in Timmy the dog, who always shared everything with them, had had the most amazing adventures together. But now it looked as if they were going to have nice quiet holidays, going for long walks over the cliffs, and perhaps sailing out in Georges boat to their island of Kirrin.

Ive worked jolly hard at school this term, said Julian. I could do with a holiday!

Youve gone thin, said Georgina. Nobody called her that. They all called her George. She would never answer to any other name. Julian grinned.

Well, Ill soon get fat at Kirrin Cottage, dont you worry! Aunt Fanny will see to that. Shes a great one for trying to fatten people up. It will be nice to see your mother again, George. Shes an awfully good sort.

Yes. I hope Father will be in a good temper these hols, said George. He ought to be because he has just finished some new experiments, Mother says, which have been quite successful.

Georges father was a scientist, always working out new ideas. He liked to be quiet, and sometimes he flew into a temper when he could not get the peace he needed or things did not go exactly as he wanted them to. The children often thought that hot-tempered Georgina was very like her father! She too could fly into fierce tempers when things did not go right for her.

Aunt Fanny was there to meet them. The four children jumped out on the platform and rushed to hug her. George got there first. She was very fond of her gentle mother, who had so often tried to shield her when her father got angry with her. Timmy pranced round, barking in delight. He adored Georges mother.

She patted him, and he tried to stand up and lick her face. Timmys bigger than ever! she said, laughing. Down, old boy! Youll knock me over.

Timmy was certainly a big dog. All the children loved him, for he was loyal, loving and faithful. His brown eyes looked from one to the other, enjoying the childrens excitement. Timmy shared in it, as he shared in everything.

But the person he loved most, of course, was his mistress, George. She had had him since he was a small puppy. She took him to school with her each term, for she and Anne went to a boarding-school that allowed pets. Otherwise George would most certainly have refused to go!

They set off to Kirrin in the pony-trap. It was very windy and cold, and the children shivered and pulled their coats tightly round them.

Its awfully cold, said Anne, her teeth beginning to chatter. Colder than in the winter!

Its the wind, said her aunt, and tucked a rug round her. Its been getting very strong the last day or two. The fishermen have pulled their boats high up the beach for fear of a big storm.

The children saw the boats pulled right up as they passed the beach where they had bathed so often. They did not feel like bathing now. It made them shiver even to think of it.

The wind howled over the sea. Great scudding clouds raced overhead. The waves pounded on the beach and made a terrific noise. It excited Timmy, who began to bark.

Be quiet, Tim, said George, patting him. You will have to learn to be a good quiet dog now we are home again, or Father will be cross with you. Is Father very busy, Mother?

Very, said her mother. But hes going to do very little work now you are coming home. He would like to go for walks with you, or go out in the boat, if the weather calms down.

The children looked at one another. Uncle Quentin was not the best of companions. He had no sense of humour, and when the children went off into fits of laughter, as they did twenty times a day or more, he could not see the joke at all.

It looks as if these hols wont be quite so jolly if Uncle Quentin parks himself on us most of the time, said Dick in a low voice to Julian.

Sh, said Julian, afraid that his aunt would hear, and be hurt. George frowned.

Oh Mother! Father will be bored stiff if he comes with usand well be bored too.

George was very outspoken, and could never learn to keep a guard on her tongue. Her mother sighed. Dont talk like that, dear. I dare say your father will get tired of going with you after a bit. But it does him good to have a bit of young life about him.

Here we are! said Julian, as the trap stopped outside an old house. Kirrin Cottage! My word, how the wind is howling round it, Aunt Fanny!

Yes. It made a terrible noise last night, said his aunt. You take the trap round to the back, Julian, when weve got the things out. Oh, heres your uncle to help!

Uncle Quentin came out, a tall, clever-looking man, with rather frowning eyebrows. He smiled at the children and kissed George and Anne.

Welcome to Kirrin Cottage! he said. Im quite glad your mother and father are away, Anne, because now we shall have you all here once again!

Soon they were sitting round the table eating a big tea. Aunt Fanny always got ready a fine meal for their first one, for she knew they were very hungry after their long journey in the train.

Even George was satisfied at last, and leaned back in her chair, wishing she could manage just one more of her mothers delicious new-made buns.

Timmy sat close to her. He was not supposed to be fed at meal-times but it was really surprising how many titbits found their way to him under the table!

The wind howled round the house. The windows rattled, the doors shook, and the mats lifted themselves up and down as the draught got under them.

They look as if theyve got snakes wriggling underneath them, said Anne. Timmy watched them, and growled. He was a clever dog, but he did not know why the mats wriggled in such a queer way.

I hope the wind will die down tonight, said Aunt Fanny. It kept me awake last night. Julian dear, you look rather thin. Have you been working hard? I must fatten you up.

The children laughed. Just what we thought youd say, Mother! said George. Goodness, whats that?

They all sat still, startled. There was a loud bumping noise on the roof, and Timmy put up his ears and growled fiercely.

A tile off the roof, said Uncle Quentin. How tiresome! We shall have to get the loose tiles seen to, Fanny, when the storm is over, or the rain will come in.