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The FAMOUS FIVE are

Julian, Dick, George (Georgina by right), Anne, and Timothy the dog.

This is the story how the ‘Famous Five’

came into being, and of their very first adventure together.

And what an andventure it was-involving an island, a ruined castle, an ancient wreck-and

a desperate treasure hunt! The children’s pluck and recourcefulness saved the family fortunes and made possible many more exciting expeditions for the Five.

( Most of it is in third person pov, and also English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry for any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes.)

Chapter Three

A QUEER STORY - AND A NEW FRIEND

The three children stared at George in the greatest surprise. George stared back at them. ”What do you mean?” said Dick, at last. “Kirrin Island can’t belong to you. You’re just boasting.” ”No, I’m not,” said George. “You ask Mother.

If you’re not going to believe what I say I won’t tell you another word more. But I don’t tell untruths. I think it’s being a coward if you don’t tell the truth- and I’m not a coward.” Julian remembered that Aunt Fanny had said that George was absolutely truthful, and he scratched his head and looked at George again. How could she be possibly telling the truth? ”Well, of course we’ll believe you if you tell us the truth,” he said. “But it does sound a bit extraordinary, you know.

Really it does. Children don’t usually own islands, even funny little ones like that.” ”It isn’t a funny little island,” said George, fiercely. “It’s lovely. There are rabbits there, as tame as can be- and the big cormorants sit on the other side- and all kinds of gulls go there. The castle is wonderful too, even if it is all in ruins.” ”It sounds fine,” said Dick. “How does it belong to you, Georgina?” George glared at him and didn’t answer. ”Sorry,” said Dick, hastily. “I didn’t mean to call you Georgina. I meant to call you George.” ”Go on, George- tell us how the island belongs to you,” said Julian, slipping his arm through his sulky little cousin’s.

She pulled away from him at once. ”Don’t do that,” she said. “I’m not sure that I want to make friends with you yet.” ”All right, all right,” said Julian, losing patience. “Be enemies or anything you like. We don’t care. But we like your mother awfully, and we don’t want her to think we won’t make friends with you.” ”Do you like my mother?” said George, her bright blue eyes softening a little. “Yes- she’s a dear

isn’t she? Well- all right- I’ll tell you how Kirrin Castle belongs to me. Come and sit down here in this corner where nobody can hear us.” They all sat down in a sandy corner of the beach. George looked across at the little island in the bay. ”It’s like this,” she said. “Years ago my mother’s people owned nearly all the land around here. Then they got poor, and had to sell most of it. But they could never sell that little island, because nobody thought it worth anything, especially as the castle has been ruined for years.” ”Fancy nobody wanting to buy a dear little island like that!” said Dick.

”This is Timothy,” she said. “Don’t you think he is simply perfect?”

As a dog, Timothy was far from perfect. He was the wrong shape, his head was too big, his ears were too pricked, his tail was too long and it was quite impossible to say what kind of a dog he was supposed to be. But he was such a mad, friendly, clumsy, laughable creature that every one of the

children adored him at once.

”Oh, you darling!” said Y/n, and got a lick on the nose.

”I say- isn’t he grand!” said Dick, and gave Timothy a friendly smack that made the dog bound madly all round him.

”I wish I had a dog like this,” said Julian, who really loved dogs, and had always wanted one of his own. “Oh, George- he’s fine. Aren’t you proud of him?”

The little girl smiled, and her face altered at once, and became sunny and pretty. She sat down on the sand and her dog cuddled up to her, licking her wherever he could find a bare piece of skin.

”I love him awfully,” she said. “I found him out on the moors when he was just a pup, a year ago, and I took him home. At first Mother liked him, but when he grew bigger he got terribly naughty.”

”What did he do?” asked Y/n.

”Well, he’s an awfully chewy kind of dog,” said George. “He chewed up

everything he could- a new rug Mother had bought- her nicest hat- Father’s slippers- some of his papers, and things like that. And he barked too. I liked his bark, but Father didn’t. He said it nearly drove him mad. He hit Timothy and that made me angry, so I was awfully rude to him.”

”Did you get spanked?” said Y/n. “I wouldn’t like to be rude to your father. He looks fierce.”

George looked out over the bay. Her face had gone sulky again. “Well, it doesn’t matter what punishment I got,” she said, “but the worst part of all was when Father said I couldn’t keep Timothy any more, and Mother backed Father up and said Tim must go. I cried for days- and I never do cry, you know, because boys don’t and I like to be like a boy.”

“I’d buy it at once if I had the money.” ”All that’s left of what Mother’s family owned is our own house, Kirrin Cottage, and a farm a little way off- and Kirrin Island,” said George. “Mother says when I’m grown-up it will be mine. She says she doesn’t want it now, either, so she’s sort of given it to me. It belongs to me. It’s my own private island, and I don’t let anyone go there unless they get my permission.” The three children stared at her. They believed every word George said, for it was quite plain that the girl was speaking the truth. Fancy having an island of your very own! They thought she was very lucky indeed. ”Oh Georgina- I mean George!” said Dick. “I do think you’re lucky. It looks such a nice island. I hope you’ll be friends with us and take us there one day soon. You simply can’t imagine how we’d love it.” ”Well- I might,” said George, pleased at the interest she had caused. “I’ll see. I never have taken anyone there yet, though some of the boys and girls round here have begged me to.

But I don’t like them, so I haven’t.” There was a little silence as the four children looked out over the bay to where the island lay in the distance. The tide was going out. It almost looked as if they could wade over to the island. Dick asked if it was possible. ”No,” said George. “I told you- it’s only possible to get to it by boat. It’s farther out than it looks-and the water is very, very deep. There are rocks all about too- you have to know exactly where to row a boat, or you bump into them. It’s a dangerous bit of coast here. There are a lot of wrecks about.” ”Wrecks!” cried Julian, his eyes shining, “I say! I’ve never seen an old wreck. Are there any to see?”

see the broken mast if you row over it on a calm day and look down into the water. That wreck really belongs to me too.” This time the children really could hardly believe George. But she nodded her head firmly.

”Yes,” she said, “it was a ship belonging to one of my great-great-great- grandfathers, or someone like that. He was bringing gold- big bars of gold- back in his ship-and it got wrecked off Kirrin Island.” ”Oooh- what happened to the gold?” asked Y/n, her eyes round and big. ”Nobody knows,” said George. “I expect it was stolen out of the ship. Divers have been down to see, of course, but they couldn’t find any gold.” ”Golly- this does sound exciting,” said Julian. “I wish I could see the wreck.” ”Well- we might perhaps go this afternoon when the tide is right down,” said George. “The water is so calm and clear today. We could see a bit of it.” ”Oh, how wonderful!” said Y/n. “I do so want to see a real live wreck!” The others laughed. “Well, it won’t be very alive,” said Dick.

“I say, George- what about a bathe?” ”I must go and get Timothy first,” said George. She got up. ”Who’s Timothy?” said Dick. ”Can you keep a secret?” asked George. “Nobody must know at home.” ”Well, go on, what’s the secret?” asked Julian. “You can tell us. We’re not sneaks.” ”Timothy is my very greatest friend,” said George. “I couldn’t do without him. But Mother and Father don’t like him, so I have to keep him in secret. I’ll go and fetch him.” She ran off up the cliff path. The others watched her go. They thought she was the queerest girl they had ever known.

”Who in the world can Timothy be?” wondered Julian. “Some fisher-boy, I suppose, that George’s parents don’t approve of.” The children, lay back in the soft sand and waited. Soon they heard George’s clear voice coming down from the cliff behind them. ”Come on, Timothy! Come on!” They sat up and looked to see what Timothy was like. They saw no fisher-boy- but instead a big brown mongrel dog with an absurdly long tail and a big wide mouth that really seemed to grin! He was bounding all round George, mad with delight. She came running down to them.

”Boys do cry sometimes,” began Y/n, looking at Dick, who had been a bit of a cry-baby three or four years back. Dick gave her a sharp nudge, and she said no more.

George looked at Y/n.

”Boys don’t cry,” she said, obstinately. “Anyway, I’ve never seen one,

and I always try not to cry myself. It’s so babyish. But I just couldn’t help it when Timothy had to go. He cried too.”

The children looked with great respect at Timothy. They had not known that a dog could cry before.

”Do you mean- he cried real tears?” asked Y/n.

”No, not quite,” said George. “He’s too brave for that. He cried with his

voice- howled and howled and looked so miserable that he nearly broke my heart. And then I knew I couldn’t possibly part with him.”

”What happened then?” asked Julian.

”I went to Alf, a fisher-boy I know,” said George, “and I asked him if

he’d keep Tim for me, if I paid him all the pocket-money I get. He said he would, and so he does. That’s why I never have any money to spend- it all has to go on Tim. He seems to eat an awful lot- don’t you, Tim?”

”Woof!” said Tim, and rolled over on his back, all his shaggy legs in the air. Julian tickled him.

”How do you manage when you want any sweets or ice-creams?” said Y/n, who spent most of her pocket-money on things of that sort.

”I don’t manage,” said George. “I go without, of course.”

This sounded awful to the other children, who loved ice-creams, chocolates and sweets, and had a good many of them. They stared at

George.

”Well- I suppose the other children who play on the beach share their

sweets and ices with you sometimes, don’t they?” asked Julian.

”I don’t let them,” said George. “If I can never give them any myself it’s

not fair to take them. So I say no.”

The tinkle of an ice-cream man’s bell was heard in the distance. Julian

felt in his pocket. He jumped up and rushed off, jingling his money. In a few moments he was back again, carrying four fat chocolate ice-cream bars. He gave one to Dick, and one to Y/n, and then held out one to George. She looked at it longingly, but shook her head.

”No, thanks,” she said. “You know what I just said. I haven’t any money to buy them, so I can’t share mine with you, and I can’t take any from you.

It’s mean to take from people if you can’t give even a little back.”

”You can take from us,” said Julian, trying to put the ice into George’s

brown hand. “We’re your cousins.”

”No, thanks,” said George again. “Though I do think it’s nice of you.”

She looked at Julian out of her blue eyes and the boy frowned as he tried to think of a way to make the obstinate little girl take the ice. Then he smiled.

”Listen,” he said, “you’ve got something we badly want to share- in fact you’ve got a lot of things we’d like to share, if only you’d let us. You share those with us, and let us share things like ices with you. See?”

”What things have I got that you want to share?” asked George, in surprise.

”You’ve got a dog,” said Julian, patting the big brown mongrel. “We’d love to share him with you, he’s such a darling. And you’ve got a lovely island. We’d be simply thrilled if you’d share it sometimes. And you’ve got a wreck. We’d like to look at it and share it too. Ices and sweets aren’t so good as those things- but it would be nice to make a bargain and share with each other.”

George looked at the brown eyes that gazed steadily into hers. She couldn’t help liking Julian. It wasn’t her nature to share anything. She had always been an only child, a lonely, rather misunderstood little girl, fierce and hot-tempered. She had never had any friends of her own. Timothy looked up at Julian and saw that he was offering something nice and chocolately to George. He jumped up and licked the boy with his friendly tongue.

”There you are, you see- Tim wants to be shared,” said Julian, with a laugh. “It would be nice for him to have three new friends.”

”Yes- it would,” said George, giving in suddenly, and taking the chocolate bar. “Thank you, Julian. I will share with you. But promise you’ll never tell anyone at home that I’m still keeping Timothy?”

”Of course we’ll promise,” said Julian. “But I can’t imagine that your father or mother would mind, so long as Tim doesn’t live in their house. How’s the ice? Is it nice?”

”Ooooh- the loveliest one I’ve ever tasted!” said George nibbling at it. “It’s so cold. I haven’t had one this year. It’s simply DELICIOUS!”

Timothy tried to nibble it too. George gave him a few crumbs at the end. Then she turned and smiled at the three children.

”You’re nice,” she said. “I’m glad you’ve come after all. Let’s take a boat out this afternoon and row round the island to have a look at the wreck, shall we?”

”Rather!” said all three at once- and even Timothy wagged his tail as if he understood!

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The FAMOUS FIVE are

Julian, Dick, George (Georgina by right), Anne, and Timothy the dog.

This is the story how the ‘Famous Five’

came into being, and of their very first adventure together.

And what an andventure it was-involving an island, a ruined castle, an ancient wreck-and

a desperate treasure hunt! The children’s pluck and recourcefulness saved the family fortunes and made possible many more exciting expeditions for the Five.

( Most of it is in third person pov, and also English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry for any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes.)

The children’s aunt had been watching for the car. She came running out of the old wooden door as soon as she saw it draw up outside. The children liked the look of her at once.

”Welcome to Kirrin!” she cried. “Hallo, all of you! It’s lovely to see you. And what big children!”

There were kisses all round, and then the children went into the house. They liked it. It felt old and rather mysterious somehow, and the furniture was old and very beautiful.

”Where’s Georgina?” asked Y/n, looking round for her unknown cousin.

”Oh, the naughty girl! I told her to wait in the garden for you,” said her aunt. “Now she’s gone off somewhere. I must tell you, children, you may find George a bit difficult at first- she’s always been one on her own, you know. And at first may not like you being here. But you mustn’t take any notice of that- she’ll be all right in a short time. I was very glad for George’s sake that you were able to come. She badly needs other children to play with.”

”Do you call her ‘George’?” asked Y/n, in surprise. “I thought her name was Georgina.”

”So it is,” said her aunt. “But George hates being a girl, and we have to call her George, as if she was a boy. The naughty girl won’t answer if we call her Georgina.”

The children thought that Georgina sounded rather exciting. They wished she would come. But she didn’t. Their Uncle Quentin suddenly appeared instead. He was a most extraordinary looking man, very tall, very dark, and with a rather fierce frown on his wide forehead.

”Hallo, Quentin!” said Daddy. “It’s a long time since I’ve seen you. I hope these three won’t disturb you very much in your work.”

”Quentin is working on a very difficult book,” said Aunt Fanny. “But I’ve given him a room all to himself on the other side of the house. So I don’t expect he will be disturbed.”

Their uncle looked at the three children, and nodded to them. The frown didn’t come off his face, and they all felt a little scared, and were glad that he was to work in another part of the house. ”Where’s George?” he said, in a deep voice.

”Gone off somewhere again,” said Aunt Fanny, vexed. “I told her she was to stay here and meet her cousins.”

”She wants spanking,” said Uncle Quentin. The children couldn’t quite make out whether he was joking or not. “Well, children, I hope you have a good time here, and maybe you will knock a little common-sense into George!”

There was no room at Kirrin Cottage for Mother and Daddy to stay the night, so after a hurried supper they left to stay at a hotel in the nearest town. They would drive back to London immediately after breakfast the next day. So they said goodbye to the children that night.

Georgina still hadn’t appeared. “I’m sorry we haven’t seen Georgina,” said Mother. “Just give her our love and tell her we hope she’ll enjoy playing with Dick, Julian and Y/n.”

Then Mother and Daddy went. The children felt a little bit lonely as they saw the big car disappear round the corner of the road, but Aunt Fanny took them upstairs to show them their bedrooms, and they soon forgot to be sad.

The two boys were to sleep together in a room with slanting ceilings at the top of the house. It had a marvellous view of the bay. The boys were really delighted with it. Y/n was to sleep with Georgina in a smaller room, whose windows looked over the moors at the back of the house. But one side-window looked over the sea, which pleased Y/n very much. It was a nice room, and red roses nodded their heads in at the window.

”I do wish Georgina would come,” Y/n said to her aunt. “I want to see what she’s like.”

”Well, she’s a funny little girl,” said her aunt. “She can be very rude and haughty-but she’s kind at heart, very loyal and absolutely truthful. Once she makes friends with you, she will always be your friend- but she finds it very difficult indeed to make friends, which is a great pity.”

Y/n suddenly yawned. The boys frowned at her, because they knew what would happen next. And it did!

”Poor Y/n! How tired you are! You must all go to bed straight away, and have a good long night. Then you will wake up quite fresh tomorrow,” said Aunt Fanny.

”Y/n, you are an idiot,” said Dick, crossly, when his aunt had gone out of the room. “You know quite well what grown-ups think as soon as we yawn. I did want to go down on the beach for a while.”

”I’m so sorry,” said Y/n. “Somehow I couldn’t help it. And anyway,

you’re yawning now, Dick, and Julian too!”

So they were. They were as sleepy as could be with their long drive.

Secretly all of them longed to cuddle down into bed and shut their eyes.

”I wonder where Georgina is,” said Y/n, when she said good-night to the boys, and went to her own room. “Isn’t she queer- not waiting to welcome us- and not coming in to supper- and not even in yet! After all,

she’s sleeping in my room- goodness knows what time she’ll be in!”

All the three children were fast asleep before Georgina came up to bed! They didn’t hear her open Y/n’s door. They didn’t hear her get undressed and clean her teeth. They didn’t hear the creak of her bed as she got into it. They were so tired that they heard nothing at all until the sun awoke them in

the morning.

When Y/n awoke she couldn’t at first think where she was. She lay in

her little bed and looked up at the slanting ceiling, and at the red roses that nodded at the open window- and suddenly remembered all in a rush where she was! “I’m at Kirrin Bay- and it’s the holidays.” she said to herself, and screwed up her legs with joy.

Then she looked across at the other bed. In it lay the figure of another child, curled up under the bed-clothes. Y/n could just see the top of a curly head, and that was all. When the figure stirred a little, Y/n spoke.

”I say! Are you Georgina?”

The child in the opposite bed sat up and looked across at Y/n. She had

very short curly hair, almost as short as a boy’s. Her face was burnt a dark- brown with the sun, and her very blue eyes looked as bright as forget-me- nots in her face. But her mouth was rather sulky, and she had a frown like her father’s.

”No,” she said. “I’m not Georgina.”

”Oh!” said Y/n, in surprise. “Then who are you?”

”I’m George,” said the girl. “I shall only answer if you call me George. I hate being a girl. I won’t be. I don’t like doing the things that girls do. I like doing the things that boys do. I can climb better than any boy, and swim faster too. I can sail a boat as well as any fisher-boy on this coast. You’re to call me George. Then I’ll speak to you. But I shan’t if you don’t.”

”Oh!” said Y/n, thinking that her new cousin was most extraordinary. “All right! I don’t care what I call you. George is a nice name, I think. I don’t much like Georgina. Anyway, you look like a boy.”

”Do I really?” said George, the frown leaving her face for a moment.

“Mother was awfully cross with me when I cut my hair short. I had hair all round my neck; it was awful.”

The two girls stared at one another for a moment. “Don’t you simply hate being a girl?” asked George.

”No, of course not,” said Y/n. “You see- I do like pretty frocks- and I love my dolls- and you can’t do that if you’re a boy.”

”Pooh! Fancy bothering about pretty frocks,” said George, in a scornful voice. “And dolls! Well, you are a baby, that’s all I can say.”

Y/n felt offended. “You’re not very polite,” she said. “You won’t find that my brothers take much notice of you if you act as if you knew everything. They’re real boys, not pretend boys, like you.”

”Well, if they’re going to be nasty to me I shan’t take any notice of them,” said George, jumping out of bed. “I didn’t want any of you to come, anyway. Interfering with my life here! I’m quite happy on my own. Now I’ve got to put up with a silly girl who likes frocks and dolls, and two stupid boy-cousins!”

Y/n felt that they had made a very bad beginning. She said no more, but got dressed herself too. She put on her grey jeans and a red jersey. George put on jeans too, and a boy’s jersey. Just as they were ready the boys hammered on their door.

”Aren’t you ready? Is Georgina there? Cousin Georgina, come out and see us.”

George flung open the door and marched out with her head high. She took no notice of the two surprised boys at all. She stalked downstairs. The other three children looked at one another.

She won’t answer if you call her Georgina,” explained Y/n. “She’s awfully queer, I think. She says she didn’t want us to come because we’ll interfere with her. She laughed at me, and was rather rude.”

Julian put his arm round Y/n, who looked a bit doleful. “Cheer up!” he said. “You’ve got us to stick up for you. Come on down to breakfast.”

They were all hungry. The smell of bacon and eggs was very good. They ran down the stairs and said good-morning to their aunt. She was just bringing the breakfast to the table. Their uncle was sitting at the head, reading his paper. He nodded at the children. They sat down without a word, wondering if they were allowed to speak at meals. They always were at home, but their Uncle Quentin looked rather fierce.

George was there, buttering a piece of toast. She scowled at the three children.

”Don’t look like that, George,” said her mother. “I hope you’ve made friends already. It will be fun for you to play together. You must take your cousins to see the bay this morning and show them the best places to bathe.”

”I’m going fishing,” said George.

Her father looked up at once.

”You are not,” he said. “You are going to show a few good manners for a

change, and take your cousins to the bay. Do you hear me?” ”Yes,” said George, with a scowl exactly like her father’s.

”Oh, we can go to the bay by ourselves all right, if George is going fishing,” said Y/n, at once, thinking that it would be nice not to have George if she was in a bad temper.

”George will do exactly as she’s told,” said her father. “If she doesn’t, I shall deal with her.”

So, after breakfast, four children got ready to go down to the beach. An easy path led down to the bay, and they ran down happily. Even George lost her frown as she felt the warmth of the sun and saw the dancing sparkles on the blue sea.

”You go fishing if you want to,” said Y/n when they were down on the beach. “We won’t tell tales of you. We don’t want to interfere with you, you know. We’ve got ourselves for company, and if you don’t want to be with us, you needn’t.”

”But we’d like you, all the same, if you’d like to be with us,” said Julian, generously. He thought George was rude and ill-mannered, but he couldn’t help rather liking the look of the straight-backed, short-haired little girl, with her brilliant blue eyes and sulky mouth.

George stared at him. “I’ll see, she said. “I don’t make friends with people just because they’re my cousins, or something silly like that. I only make friends with people if I like them.”

”So do we,” said Julian. “We may not like you, of course.”

”Oh!” said George, as if that thought hadn’t occurred to her. “Well- you may not, of course. Lots of people don’t like me, now I come to think of it.” Y/n was staring out over the blue bay. At the entrance to it lay a curious

rocky island with what looked like an old ruined castle on the top of it. ”Isn’t that a funny place?” she said. “I wonder what it’s called.”

”It’s called Kirrin Island,” said George, her eyes as blue as the sea as she turned to look at it. “It’s a lovely place to go to. If I like you, I may take you there some day. But I don’t promise. The only way to get there is by boat.”

”Who does the funny island belong to?” asked Julian.

George made a most surprising answer. “It belongs to me,” she said. “At

least, it will belong to me- some day! It will be my very own island- and my very own castle!”

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The FAMOUS FIVE are

(Most of it is in third person pov, and also English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry for any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes.)

Julian, Dick, George (Georgina by right), Anne, and Timothy the dog.

This is the story how the ‘Famous Five’

came into being, and of their very first adventure together.

And what an andventure it was-involving an island, a ruined castle, an ancient wreck-and

a desperate treasure hunt! The children’s pluck and recourcefulness saved the family fortunes and made possible many more exciting expeditions for the Five.

FIVE ON A TREASURE ISLAND

Chapter one : a great surprise.

‘Mother have you hear about our summer holidays yet?’ Said Julian, at the breakfast-table. ‘Can we go to polseath

As usual?’

‘I’m Afraid not,’ said his mother. ‘They are quite full up this year’

The three children at the breakfast-table looked at one another in great disappointment. They did so love the house polseath. The beach was so lovely there too! And the bathing was fine.

‘Cheer up’ said dad. ‘I dare say we’ll find somewhere else just as good for you. And anyways mother and I won’t be able to go with you this year. Has mother told you?’

‘No!’ you said. ‘Oh mother - is it true? Can’t you really come with us this holidays? You always do!’ You said, looking at her with pleading eyes

‘We’ll this time daddy wants me to go to Scotland with him.’ Said mother. ‘All by ourselves! And as you are really getting big enough to look after yourselves now, we thought it would be rather fun for you to have a holiday on your own too. But now that you can’t go to polseath, I don’t quote really know where to send you.’

‘What about Quentin’s?’ Suddenly said dad. Quentin was his brother. You and your brother’s uncle. They had only seen him once, He was a very tall, frowning man, a clever scientist who spent all his time studying. He lived by the sea- but that was about all that the children knew of him!

”Quentin?” said Mother, pursing up her lips. “Whatever made you think of him? I shouldn’t think he’d want the children messing about in his little house.”

”Well,” said Daddy, “I had to see Quentin’s wife in town the other day, about a business matter- and I don’t think things are going too well for them. Fanny said that she would be quite glad if she could hear of one or two people to live with her for a while, to bring a little money in. Their house is by the sea, you know. It might be just the thing for the children. Fanny is very nice- she would look after them well.”

”Yes- and she has a child of her own too, hasn’t she?” said the children’s mother. “Let me see- what’s her name- something funny- yes, Georgina! How old would she be? About eleven, I should think.”

”Same age as me,” said Dick. “Fancy having a cousin we’ve never seen! She must be jolly lonely all by herself. I’ve got Julian and Y/n to play with- but Georgina is just one on her own. I should think she’d be glad to see us.”

”Well, your Aunt Fanny said that her Georgina would love a bit of company,” said Daddy. “You know, I really think that would solve our difficulty, if we telephone to Fanny and arrange for the children to go there. It would help Fanny, I’m sure, and Georgina would love to have someone to play with in the holidays. And we should know that our three were safe.”

The children began to feel rather excited. It would be fun to go to a place they had never been to before, and stay with an unknown cousin.

”Are there cliffs and rocks and sands there?” You asked. “Is it a nice place?”

”I don’t remember it very well,” said Daddy. “But I feel sure it’s an exciting kind of place. Anyway, you’ll love it! It’s called Kirrin Bay. Your Aunt Fanny has lived there all her life, and wouldn’t leave it for anything.”

”Oh Daddy, do telephone to Aunt Fanny and ask her if we can go there!” cried Dick. “I just feel as if it’s the right place somehow. It sounds sort of adventurous!”

”Oh, you always say that, wherever you go!” said Daddy, with a laugh. “All right- I’ll ring up now, and see if there’s any chance.”

They had all finished their breakfast, and they got up to wait for Daddy to telephone. He went out into the hall, and they heard him putting the call through.

”I hope it’s all right for us!” said Julian. “I wonder what Georgina’s like. Funny name, isn’t it? More like a boy’s than a girl’s. So she’s eleven- a year younger than I am- same age as you, Dick- and a year older than you, y/n. She ought to fit in with us all right. The four of us ought to have a fine time together.”

Daddy came back in about ten minutes’ time, and the children knew at once that he had fixed up everything. He smiled round at them.

”Well, that’s settled,” he said. “Your Aunt Fanny is delighted about it. She says it will be awfully good for Georgina to have company, because she’s such a lonely little girl, always going off by herself. And she will love looking after you all. Only you’ll have to be careful not to disturb your Uncle Quentin. He is working very hard, and he isn’t very good-tempered when he is disturbed.”

”We’ll be as quiet as mice in the house!” said Dick. “Honestly we will. Oh, goody, goody- when are we going, Daddy?”

”Next week, if Mother can manage it,” said Daddy.

Mother nodded her head. “Yes,” she said, “There’s nothing much to get

ready for them- just bathing suits and jerseys and shorts. They all wear the same.”

”How lovely it will be to wear shorts again,” you said, honestly who would want to be In that skirt,no having the freedom to jump or do other activities, you were dancing round. “I’m tired of wearing school skirts!. I want to wear shorts, or a bathing suit, and go bathing and climbing with the boys.”

”Well, you’ll soon be doing it,” said Mother, with a laugh. “Remember to put ready any toys or books you want, won’t you? Not many, please, because there won’t be a great deal of room.”

”Y/n wanted to take all her fifteen dolls with her when she was five?” said Dick, “Do you remember, Y/n? Weren’t you funny?”

”No, I wasn’t,” you said, going red. “I love my dolls, and I just couldn’t choose which to take- so I thought I’d take them all. There’s nothing funny about that.”

”And do you remember, when she was four, Anne wanted to take the rocking-horse?” said Dick, with a giggle.

Mother chimed in. “You know, I remember a little boy called Dick who put aside two golliwogs, one teddy bear, three toy dogs, two toy cats and his old monkey to take down to Polseath one year,” she said.

Then it was Dick’s turn to go red. He changed the subject at once. ”Daddy, are we going by train or by car?” he asked.

”By car,” said Daddy. “We can pile everything into the boot. Well- what about Tuesday?”

”That would suit me well,” said Mother. “Then we could take the children down, come back, and do our own packing at leisure, and start off for Scotland on the Friday. Yes- we’ll arrange for Tuesday.”

So Tuesday it was. The children counted the days eagerly, and Y/n marked one off the calendar each night. The week seemed a very long time in going. But at last Tuesday did come. Dick and Julian, who shared a room, woke up at about the same moment, and stared out of the nearby window.

”It’s a lovely day, hurrah!” cried Julian, leaping out of bed. “I don’t know why, but it always seems very important that it should be sunny on the first day of a holiday. Let’s wake N/n.”

You slept in the next room. Julian ran in and shook her. “Wake up! It’s Tuesday! And the sun’s shining.”

You woke up with a jump and stared at Julian joyfully. “It’s come at last!” You said. “I thought it never would. Oh, isn’t it an exciting feeling to go away for a holiday!”

They started soon after breakfast. Their car was a big one, so it held them all very comfortably. Mother sat in front with Daddy, and the three children sat behind, their feet on two suitcases. In the luggage-place at the back of the car were all kinds of odds and ends, and one small trunk. Mother really thought they had remembered everything.

Along the crowded London roads they went, slowly at first, and then, as they left the town behind, more quickly. Soon they were right into the open country, and the car sped along fast. The children sang songs to themselves, as they always did when they were happy.

”Are we picnicking soon?” asked Y/n, feeling hungry all of a sudden.

”Yes,” said Mother. “But not yet. It’s only eleven o’clock. We shan’t have lunch till at least half-past twelve, Y/n.”

”Oh, gracious!” said Y/n. “I know I can’t last out till then!”

So her mother handed her some chocolate, and she and the boys munched happily, watching the hills, woods and fields as the car sped by.

The picnic was lovely. They had it on the top of a hill, in a sloping field that looked down into a sunny valley. Y/n didn’t very much like a big brown cow who came up close and stared at her, but it went away when Daddy told it to. The children ate enormously, and Mother said that instead of having a tea-picnic at half-past four they would have to go to a tea-house somewhere, because they had eaten all the tea sandwiches as well as the lunch ones!

”What time shall we be at Aunt Fanny’s?” asked Julian, finishing up the very last sandwich and wishing there were more.

”About six o’clock with luck,” said Daddy. “Now who wants to stretch their legs a bit? We’ve another long spell in the car, you know.”

The car seemed to eat up the miles as it purred along. Tea-time came, and then the three children began to feel excited all over again.

”We must watch out for the sea,” said Dick. “I can smell it somewhere near!”

He was right. The car suddenly topped a hill- and there, was the shining blue sea, calm and smooth in the evening sun. The three children gave a yell.

”There it is!”

”Isn’t it marvellous!”

”Oh, I want to bathe this very minute!”

”We shan’t be more than twenty minutes now, before we’re at Kirrin Bay,” said Daddy. “We’ve made good time. You’ll see the bay soon- it’s quite a big one- with a funny sort of island at the entrance of the bay.”

The children looked out for it as they drove along the coast. Then Julian gave a shout.

”There it is- that must be Kirrin Bay. Look, Dick- isn’t it lovely and blue?”

”And look at the rocky little island guarding the entrance of the bay,” said Dick. “I’d like to visit that.”

”Well, I’ve no doubt you will,” said Mother. “Now, let’s look out for Aunt Fanny’s house. It’s called Kirrin Cottage.”

They soon came to it. It stood on the low cliff overlooking the bay, and was a very old house indeed. It wasn’t really a cottage, but quite a big house, built of old white stone. Roses climbed over the front of it, and the garden was gay with flowers.

”Here’s Kirrin Cottage,” said Daddy, and he stopped the car in front of it. “It’s supposed to be about three hundred years old! Now- where’s Quentin? Hallo, there’s Fanny!”

Yay chapter is done. Here is link to masterlist and 2nd chapter :)

Masterlist

1st chapter

2nd chapter

3rd chapter

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heatherfics · 2 years

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News!

Huge fanfic coming up. All the chapters will be on my masterlist.

This fanfic is based on the novel famous five.

I’m going to be making the reader Anne.

So basically it’s just gonna follow the same storyline.

But your gonna be Anne.

Bye :)

#famous five #enid blyton #novel writing

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heatherfics · 2 years

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My masterlist.

Anime fics:

In the middle of the night. (Levi x reader) fluff.

Under the moon. (Tanjiro x reader) unrequited love.

My first fanfic. (Eren x reader) angst.

Famous five fics.

Five on a treasure island

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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heatherfics · 2 years

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In the middle of the night.

Levi x reader

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Warnings: cussing.

Genre: angst, fluff, freinds to lovers.

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Levi was on night duty,he had to take care of the headquarters, just incase any titans or enemies arrived. He was the strongest among all, after all.

Levi had never really comforted someone. To be honest, he’s the one who needs a hug. But when he heard your silent cries,wails and swears, he decided he need to do something. You were his favorite after all, not like he would tell you anything about it.

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He opened the door slowly, of course your first instinct would be to jerk off of your bed and look at who was coming in, when you realized it was Levi you hurriedly wiped away your tears.

‘What are you doing here at this time Levi! You scared the fuck out of me!’ You said, trying not to let your trembling voice take over you

‘Just thought I’d check in on you. I knew you were crying.’ He told you, while walking to your table to make you a cup of tea

He handed and warm tea to you and sat on the edge of your bed

‘So, what’s wrong?’ He asked, placing a hand on top of yours

You turned your head down, in hopes of not showing your red face

‘It’s not like anyone fucking cares anyway’ you said, looking up. Tears flowing down your face like the Niagara Falls

‘It’s ok, I’m here’ he said

And that’s when you broke.

He pulled you into a hug, patted your back. He lifted you up so you could sit on his lap, he never thought he’d be doing this. But I guess you could do anything for people you love.

He lifted your face and wipe your tears with his sleeve

You told him everything, about how no one cared about your wounds after the expeditions, about how no one sat with you at lunch. You told him how no one cared about you.

He knew this of course, he’d been observing everything that’s going on

He lifted your chin up so your eyes meet his

‘I care about you though’ he said

You. Were. Shocked.

‘What!?’ You exclaimed

‘You? Your so cold! I even thought you didn’t care about yourself, that’s why your acting so lovey dovey around me!’ You realized.

‘I guess’ he said,with a small chuckle

He leaned forward to place his forehead on yours and stared into your eyes with the most love in anyone’s eyes you’ve ever seen.

At that moment you decided.

You we’re his. And he was yours.

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The next morning the others found you cuddled up together

‘THEY LOOK SO CUTEEEEEEEE!!’ Shouted hange

Of course he always thought that you both were gonna be together. He always looked at how you both stared at each other.

‘Shut up, your gonna wake them up!’ Said Eren

‘I agree. I think it’s best we leave them here.’ Said Mikasa

‘But you agree with everything even says.’ Said armin

‘Okay let’s go now we don’t wanna wake them up’ connie told everyone.

‘Ooh, I found out who the next couple is gonna be! It’s gonna be Mikasa and eren!’ Hange shouted out

Hange was soon on the ground because of eren’s rage, mikasa’s just in the corner blushing, trying to hide it with the scarf.

The croud soon dispersed

Sunlight spilling through the windows,

You were cuddled up against levi.

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This is too cute for me to handle.

Anyways good night!

This is Heatherfics signing off for tonight.

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