Enid Blyton - Five run away together

Enid Blyton

Famous Five 03

Five Run Away Together

It was exciting, remembering all the things that had happened last year. It made George long all the more for the next day, when her three friends would arrive.

I wish Mother would let us go and live on the island for a week, thought George. That would be the greatest fun we could have. To live on my very own island!

It was Georges island. It really belonged to her mother, but she had said, two or three years back, that George could have it, and George now thought of it as really her

own. She felt that all the rabbits on it belonged to her, all the wild birds and other creatures.

Ill suggest that we go there for a week, when the others come, she thought, excitedly. Well take our food and everything, and live there quite by ourselves. We shall feel like Robinson Crusoe.

She went to meet her cousins the next day, driving the pony and trap by herself. Her mother wanted to come, but she said she did not feel very well. George felt a bit worried about her. So often lately her mother had said she didnt feel very well. Perhaps it was the heat of the summer. The weather had been so very hot lately. Day after day had brought nothing but blue sky and sunshine. George had been burnt a dark-brown, and her eyes were startlingly blue in her sunburnt face. She had had her hair cut even shorter than usual, and it really was difficult to know whether she was a boy or a girl.

The train came in. Three hands waved madly from a window, and George shouted in delight.

Julian! Dick! Anne! Youre here at last.

The three children tumbled pell-mell out of their carriage. Julian yelled to a porter.

Our bags are in the guards van. Hallo, George! How are you? Golly, youve grown.

They all had. They were all a year older and a year bigger than when they had had their exciting adventures on Kirrin Island. Even Anne, the youngest, didnt look such a small girl now. She flung herself on George, almost knocking her over, and then went down on her knees beside Timothy, who was quite mad with joy to see his three friends.

There was a terrific noise. They all shouted their news at once, and Timothy barked without stopping. We thought the train would never get here!

Oh Timothy, you darling, youre just the same as ever!

Woof, woof, woof!

Mothers sorry she couldnt come and meet you too.

George, how brown you are! I say, arent we going to have fun.

WOOF, WOOF!

Shut up, Tim darling, and do get down; youve bitten my tie almost in half. Oh, you dear old dog, its grand to see you!

WOOF!

The porter wheeled up their luggage, and soon it was in the pony-cart. George clicked to the waiting pony, and it cantered off. The five in the little cart all talked at once at the top of their voices, Tim far more loudly than anyone else, for his doggy voice was strong and powerful.

I hope your mother isnt ill? said Julian, who was fond of his Aunt Fanny. She was gentle and kind, and loved having them all.

I think it must be the heat, said George.

What about Uncle Quentin? asked Anne. Is he all right?

The three children did not very much like Georges father, because he could get into very fierce tempers, and although he welcomed the three cousins to his house, he did not really care for children. So they always felt a little awkward with him, and were glad when he was not there.

Fathers all right, said George, cheerfully. Only hes worried about Mother. He doesnt seem to notice her much when shes well and cheerful, but he gets awfully upset if anything goes wrong with her. So be a bit careful of him at the moment. You know what hes like when hes worried.

The children did know. Uncle Quentin was best avoided when things went wrong. But not even the thought of a cross uncle could damp them today. They were on holiday; they were going to Kirrin Cottage; they were by the sea, and there was dear old Timothy beside them, and fun of all kinds in store for them.

Shall we go to Kirrin Island, George? asked Anne. Do lets! We havent been there since last summer. The weather was too bad in the winter and Easter holidays. Now its gorgeous.

Of course well go, said George, her blue eyes shining. Do you know what I thought? I thought it would be marvellous to go and stay there for a whole week by ourselves! We are older now, and Im sure Mother would let us.

Go and stay on your island for a week! cried Anne. Oh! That would be too good to be true.

Our island, said George, happily. Dont you remember I said I would divide it into four, and wed all share it? Well, I meant it, you know. Its ours, not mine.

What about Timothy? said Anne. Oughtnt he to have a share as well? Cant we make it five bits, one for him too?

He can share mine, said George. She drew the pony to a stop, and the four children and the dog gazed out

across the blue bay. Theres Kirrin Island, said George. Dear little island. I can hardly wait to get to it now. I havent been able to go there yet, because my boat wasnt mended.

Then we can all go together, said Dick. I wonder if the rabbits are just as tame as ever.

Woof! said Timothy at once. He had only to hear the word rabbits to get excited.

Its no good your thinking about the rabbits on Kirrin, said George. You know I dont allow you to chase them, Tim.

Timothys tail dropped and he looked mournfully at George. It was the only thing on which he and George did not agree. Tim was firmly convinced that rabbits were meant for him to chase, and George was just as firmly convinced that they were not.

Get on! said George to the pony, and jerked the reins. The little creature trotted on towards Kirrin Cottage, and very soon they were all opposite the front gate.

A sour-faced woman came out from the back door to help them down with their luggage. The children did not . know her.

Whos she? they whispered to George.

The new cook, said George. Joanna had to go and look after her mother, who broke her leg. Then Mother got this cookMrs. Stick her name is.

Good name for her, grinned Julian. She looks a real old stick! But all the same I hope she doesnt stick here for long. I hope Joanna comes back. I liked old fat Joanna, and she was nice to Timmy.

Mrs. Stick has a dog too, said George. A dreadful

animal, smaller than Tim, all sort of mangy and moth-eaten. Tim cant bear it.

Where is it? asked Anne, looking round.

Its kept in the kitchen, and Tim isnt allowed near it, said George. Good thing too, because Im sure hed eat it! He cant think whats in the kitchen, and goes sniffing round the shut door till Mrs. Stick nearly goes mad.

The others laughed. They had all climbed down from the pony-cart now, and were ready to go indoors. Julian had helped Mrs. Stick in with all the bags. George took the pony-cart away, and the other three went in to say how-do-you-do to their uncle and aunt.

Well, dears, said Aunt Fanny, smiling at them from

the sofa where she was lying down. How are you all? Im

sorry I could not come to meet you. Uncle Quentin is out

_for a walk. You had better go upstairs, and wash and

change. Then come down for tea.

The boys went up to their old bedroom, with its queer slanting roof, and its window looking out over the bay. Anne went to the little room she shared with George. How good it was to be back again at Kirrin! What fun they would have these holidays with George and dear old Timmy!

Chapter Two.

THE STICK FAMILY.

IT was lovely to wake up the next morning at Kirrin Cottage and see the sun shining in at the windows, and to hear the far-off plash-plash-plash of the sea. It was gorgeous to leap out of bed and rush to see how blue the sea was, and how lovely Kirrin Island looked at the entrance of the>bay.

Im going for a bathe before breakfast, said Julian, and snatched up his bathing trunks. Coming, Dick?