...CHAPTER 1...

...THE GREAT SURPRISE...

,”Mother, have you heard 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 at Polseath. The beach was so

lovely there, too, and the bathing was fine.

”Cheer up,” said Daddy. “I dare say we’ll find somewhere else just as

good for you. And anyway, Mother and I won’t be able to go with you this

year. Has Mother told you?”

”No!” said Anne. “Oh, Mother-is it true? Can’t you really come with us

on our holidays? You always do.”

”Well, 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

really quite know where to send you.”

”What about Quentin’s?” suddenly said Daddy. Quentin was his brother,

the children’s uncle. They had only seen him once, and had been rather

frightened of him. 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, Diana !

How old would she be? About eleven, I should think.”

”Same age as me,” said John. “Fancy having a cousin we’ve never seen!

She must be jolly lonely all by herself. I’ve got Julian and Anne to play

with- but Diana is just one on her own. I should think she’d be glad to

see us.”

”Well, your Aunt Fanny said that her Diana 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 Diana 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?” asked Anne. “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 John. “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 Diana ’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, John- and a year older than you, Anne.

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 Diana 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 John. “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,” said Anne, dancing round.

“I’m tired of wearing school tunics. 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.”

”Anne wanted to take all her fifteen dolls with her last year,” said John,

“Do you remember, Anne? Weren’t you funny?”

”No, I wasn’t,” said Anne, 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, the year before, Anne wanted to take the

rocking-horse?” said John, with a giggle.

Mother chimed in. “You know, I remember a little boy called John 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 John’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 Anne

marked one off the calendar each night. The week seemed a very long time

in going. But at last Tuesday did come. John 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 Anne.”

Anne slept in the next room. Julian ran in and shook her. “Wake up! It’s

Tuesday! And the sun’s shining.”

Anne woke up with a jump and stared at Julian joyfully. “It’s come at

last!” she 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 Anne, 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, Anne.”

”Oh, gracious!” said Anne. “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. Anne 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 John. “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, John- isn’t it lovely and

blue?”

”And look at the rocky little island guarding the entrance of the bay,”

said John. “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!”

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 Anne, 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 Anne, 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.” ”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 John, Julian and Anne.” 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. Anne 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 Anne very much. It was a nice room, and red roses nodded their heads in at the window. ”I do wish Georgina would come,” Anne 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.” Anne suddenly yawned. The boys frowned at her, because they knew

what would happen next. And it did! ”Poor Anne! 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.”Anne, you are an idiot,” said John, 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 Anne. “Somehow I couldn’t help it. And anyway, you’re yawning now, John, 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 Anne, 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 Anne’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 Anne 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. Anne could just see the top of a curly head, and that was all. When the figure stirred a little, Anne spoke.

”I say! Are you Georgina?”

The child in the opposite bed sat up and looked across at Anne. 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 likeher father’s.

”No,” she said. “I’m not Georgina.”

”Oh!” said Anne, 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 Anne, 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 Anne. “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.” Anne 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!” Anne 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 Anne. “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 Anne, 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 Anne, 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 Anne 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.”

Anne 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!”