Oh dear – I dont look forward to the morning! What will happen then, with George in this mood, and two dogs to sort out? Berta seems a nice little thing. Well – perhaps they will all get on better than I think!
Yes – things wouldnt be too easy in the morning. That was quite certain!
Chapter Five
IN THE MORNING
George was the first to wake up in the morning. She at once remembered the events of the night before and looked across at Berta in the camp-bed. The girl was asleep, her wavy golden hair spread over the pillow. George leaned across Annes bed and gave her a sharp nudge.
Anne woke up at once and gazed sleepily at George. Whats the matter, George? Is it time to get up?
Look over there, whispered George, nodding her head towards Berta. Anne turned over and looked. Unlike George she liked the look of Berta. Her sleeping face was pleasant and open, and her mouth turned up, not down. Anne couldnt bear people whose mouths turned down.
She looks all right, whispered back Anne. George frowned.
She howled like anything when she came, she told Anne. Shes a real baby. And shes brought a dog!
Goodness – Timmy wont like that, said Anne, startled. Where is it?
Down in Timmys kennel, said George, still whispering. I havent seen it. It was in a closed basket last night and I didnt dare open it in case it tore upstairs and had a row with Tim. But it cant be very big. I expect its a horrible Peke, or some silly little lap-dog.
Pekes arent horrible, said Anne. They may be small and have funny little pug-noses, but theyre awfully brave. Fancy having another dog! I cant think what Timmy will say!
Its a pity Berta isnt our kind, said George. Look at her pale face – not a scrap of sun-tan! And she looks weedy, doesnt she? Im sure she couldnt climb a tree, or row a boat, or…
Sh! Shes waking up, said Anne warningly.
Berta yawned and stretched herself. Then she opened her eyes and looked round. At first she had no idea where she was, and then she suddenly remembered. She sat up.
Hallo! said Anne, and smiled at her. You werent here when I came to bed last night. I was surprised to see you this morning.
Berta took an immediate liking to Anne. Shes got kind eyes, she thought. Shes not like the other girl. I like this one!
She smiled back at Anne. Yes – I came in the middle of the night, she said. I came by motorboat, and the sea was so bumpy that I was frightfully sick. My father didnt come with me but a friend of his did, and he carried me from the boat to Kirrin Cottage. Even my legs felt seasick!
Bad luck! said Anne. You didnt really enjoy the adventure then!
No. I can do without adventures! said Berta. Im not keen on them. Especially when Pops gets all excited and worried about me – he fusses round me like a hen, dear old Pops. I shall hate being away from him.
George was listening to all this. Not keen on adventures! Well, a girl like that wouldnt be, of course!
Im not very keen on adventures either, said Anne. Weve had plenty, goodness knows. I prefer adventures when theyre all over!
George exploded. Anne! How can you talk like that! Weve had some smashing adventures, and weve enjoyed every one of them. If you feel like that well leave you out of the next one.
Anne laughed. You wont! An adventure comes up all of a sudden, like a wind blowing up in the sky, and were all in it, whether we like it or not. And you know that I like sharing things with you. I say – isnt it time we got up?
Yes, said George, looking at the clock on the mantelpiece. Unless Berta wants to have her breakfast in bed? I bet she always does at home.
No, I dont. I hate meals in bed, said Berta. Im going to get up.
She leapt out of bed and went to the window. Immediately she saw the wide sweep of the bay, sparkling in the morning sun, as blue as cornflowers. The sea-sparkle was reflected into the bedroom, and made it very bright indeed.
Oh! I wondered why our room was so full of brilliant light, said Berta. Now I know! What a view! Oh, how lovely the sea looks this morning! And whats that little island out there? What a lovely place it looks.
Thats Kirrin Island, said George, proudly. It belongs to me.
Berta laughed, thinking that George was joking. Belongs to you! I bet you wish it did. Its really wunnerful!
Wunnerful! said George imitating her. Cant you say wonderful? Its got a D in the middle, you know.
Yes. Im always being told things like that, said Berta, still staring out of the window. I had an English governess and she tried to make me speak like you do. I do try, because Ive got to go to an English school. My, my – I wish that island belonged to me. I wonder if my Pops could buy it.
George exploded again. Buy it! You donkey, I told you it was mine, didnt I?
Berta turned round in surprise. But – you didnt mean it, did you? she said. Yours? But how could it be?
It is Georges, said Anne. It has always belonged to the Kirrin family. Thats Kirrin Island. Georges father gave it to her, after an adventure we once had.
Berta stared at George in awe. Great snakes! So it is yours! Arent you the lucky one! Will you take me to visit it?
Ill see, said George gruffly, glad to have impressed this American girl so much. Getting her Pops to buy the island indeed! George snorted to herself. What next!
A shout came from the next room. It was Julian. Hey, you girls! Are you getting up? Were all too late for a bathe before breakfast this morning. Dick and I have only just woken up.
Bertas here! shouted back Anne. Well get dressed, all of us, and then well introduce Berta to you.
Are they your brothers? asked Berta. I havent got any. Or sisters either. I shall be pretty scared of them-
You wont be scared of Julian and Dick, said Anne, proudly. Youll wish you had brothers like them. Wont she, George?
Yes, said George, shortly. She was feeling rather annoyed just then because Timmy was standing by Berta, wagging his plumy tail. Come here, Timmy. Dont make a nuisance of yourself.
Oh, hes not, said Berta, and patted his big head. I like him. He seems simply ENORMOUS after my Sally. But youll love Sally, George, you really will. Everyone says how sweet she is – and Ive trained her beautifully.
George took no interest in these remarks at all. She flounced off to wash in the bathroom, but Julian and Dick were there, and there was a lot of yelling and shouting as George tried to make them hurry up and get out. Berta laughed.
That sounds nice and family-like, she said. You dont get that sort of thing if youre an only child. What do I wear here?
Oh – something very simple, said Anne, looking at the suitcase open on the floor, showing a collection of Bertas clothes. That shirt and those jeans will do.
They were ready just as the gong rang for breakfast. A delicious smell of frying bacon and tomatoes came up the stairs, and Berta sniffed in delight.
I do like English breakfast, she said. We havent gotten around to a proper breakfast in America yet! Thats bacon and tomatoes I smell, isnt it? My English governess always said that bacon and eggs made the best breakfast in the world, but I guess the one were going to have will taste pretty good.
Uncle Quentin was at the table when the children came down. He looked most surprised to see Berta, having quite forgotten that she was coming. Whos this? he said.
Now Quentin – dont pretend you dont know! said his wife. Its Elburs girl – your friend Elbur. She came in the middle of the night, but I didnt wake you, you were so sound asleep.
Ah yes, said Uncle Quentin, and he shook hands with the rather scared Berta. Glad to have you here, er – let me see now – whats your name?
Berta, said everyone in a chorus.
Yes, yes – Berta. Sit down, my dear. I know your father well. Hes doing some wonderful work.
Berta beamed. Hes always at work! she said. He works all through the night sometimes.
Does he? Well, what a thing to do! said Uncle Quentin.
Its a thing you often do yourself, Quentin, said his wife, pouring out coffee. Though I dont suppose you even realize it.