Enid Blyton: The Mountain of Adventure (Adventure #5)
Chapter 1
ALL SET FOR A SUMMER HOLIDAY
FOUR children were singing at the tops of their voices in a car that was going up a steep mountainside road.
A parrot was also joining in, very much out of tune, cocking up her crest in excitement. The man at the wheel turned round with a grin.
“I say! I can’t even hear the car hooter. What’s the matter with you all?”
Philip, Jack, Dinah and Lucy-Ann stopped singing and shouted answers at him.
“It’s the beginning of the holidays!”
“And we’re going to have a donkey each to ride in the mountains!”
“Pop goes the weasel!” That was Kiki the parrot, of course, joining in.
“We’ve got eight weeks of fun all together.”
“And you’ll be with us, Bill, as well as Mother! Mother, aren’t you excited too?”
Mrs. Mannering smiled at Philip. “Yes — but I hope you’re not going to be as noisy as this all the time. Bill, you’ll have to protect me from this rowdy crowd of children.”
“I’ll protect you all right,” promised Bill, swinging the car round another bend. “I’ll knock all their heads together once a day at least — and if Lucy-Ann starts getting tough with me I’ll . . .”
“Oh, Bill!” said Lucy-Ann, the youngest and least boisterous of the lot. “Jack’s always saying I’m not tough enough. I ought to be by now, though, considering all the adventures I’ve been through.”
“Tough enough, tough enough!” chanted Kiki the parrot, who loved words that sounded alike. “Tough enough, tough . . .”
“Oh, stop her,” groaned Mrs. Mannering. She was tired with their long car journey, and was hoping it would soon be over. She had eight weeks of the children’s holidays before her, and was quite sure she would be worn out before the end of it.
Philip and Dinah were her own children, and Jack and Lucy-Ann, who had no parents, lived with her in the holidays and loved her as if she were their own mother. Bill Cunningham was their very good friend, and had had some hair-raising adventures with them.
He had come with them on these holidays to keep them out of any more adventures — or so he said! Mrs. Mannering vowed she was not going to let them out of her sight for eight weeks, unless Bill was with them — then they couldn’t possibly disappear, or fall into some dreadful new adventure.
“They ought to be safe, tucked away in the Welsh mountains, with both you and me, Bill, to look after them,” said Mrs. Mannering. Mr. Mannering had been dead for many years and Mrs. Mannering often found it difficult to cope with so many lively children at once, now that they were growing older.
Philip loved any animal, bird or insect. His sister Dinah didn’t share this love at all, and was scared of most wild animals, and hated quite a number of harmless insects, though she was certainly better than she used to be. She was a hot-tempered girl, as ready to use her fists as Philip, and they had many a battle, much to gentle Lucy-Ann’s dismay.
Lucy-Ann and Jack were brother and sister too. Kiki the parrot was Jack’s beloved parrot, usually to be found on his shoulder. In fact, Mrs. Mannering had actually suggested once that she should put a little leather patch on the shoulders of each of Jack’s coats to stop Kiki from wearing thin places there with her clawed feet.
Jack was fond of birds, and he and Philip spent many an exciting hour together bird-watching, or taking photographs. They had a marvellous collection of these, which Bill said was worth a lot of money. They had brought cameras with them on this holiday, and, of course, their field-glasses for watching birds at a distance.
“We might see eagles again,” said Jack. “Do you remember the eagle’s nest we found near that old castle in Scotland once, Philip? We might see buzzards too.”
“Buzz-z-z-z-z-z,” said Kiki at once, “Buzz! Buzz off!”
“We might even have an adventure,” said Philip, with a grin. “Though Mother and Bill are quite certain they will guard us from even the smallest one this time!”
Now here they were, all set for a wonderful holiday in the Welsh mountains, in a very lonely spot, where they could wander about with cameras and field-glasses wherever they liked. Each child was to have a donkey, so that they could ride along the narrow mountain paths as much as they wished.
“I shan’t always come with you,” said Mrs. Mannering, “because I’m not so thrilled with donkey-riding as you are. But Bill will be with you, so you’ll be safe.”
“Ah — but will Bill be safe with us?” said Jack, with a grin. “We always seem to drag him into something or other. Poor Bill!”
“If you manage to pull me into an adventure in the middle of some of the loneliest of the Welsh mountains, you’ll be clever,” said Bill.
The car swung round another bend and a farm-house came into sight.
“We’re nearly there,” said Mrs. Mannering. “I believe I can see the farm-house we’re going to stay at. Yes — there it is.”
The children craned their necks to see it. It was a rambling old stone place, set on the mountainside, with barns and out-buildings all around. In the evening sunset it looked welcoming and friendly.
“Lovely!” said Lucy-Ann. “What’s it called?”
Bill said something that sounded like “Doth-goth-oo-elli-othel-in.”
“Gracious!” said Dinah. “What a name! Not even Kiki could pronounce that, I’m sure. Tell her it, Bill. See what she says.”
Bill obligingly told the name to the parrot, who listened solemnly and raised her crest politely.
“Now you just repeat that,” said Jack to Kiki. “Go on!”
“This-is-the-house-that-Jack-built,” said the parrot, running all the words together. The children laughed.
“Good try, Kiki!” said Jack. “You can’t stump Kiki, Bill — she’ll always say something. Good old Kiki!”
Kiki was pleased by this praise, and made a noise like the car changing gear. She had been doing this at intervals during the whole of the journey and had nearly driven Mrs. Mannering mad.
“Don’t let Kiki start that again,” she begged. “Thank goodness we are here at last! Where’s the front door, Bill — or isn’t there one?”
There didn’t seem to be one. The track went up to what appeared to be a barn and stopped there. A small path then ran to the farm-house, divided into three and went to three different doors.
The children tumbled out of the car. Bill got out and stretched his legs. He helped Mrs. Mannering out and they all looked round. A cock near by crowed and Kiki promptly crowed too, much to the cock’s astonishment.
A plump, red-faced woman came hurrying out of one of the doors, a welcoming smile on her face. She called behind her to someone in the house.
“Effans, Effans, they have come, look you, they have come!”
“Ah — Mrs. Evans,” said Bill and shook hands with her. Mrs. Mannering did the same. A small man came running out of the house, and came up to them too.
“This iss Effans, my husband,” said the plump woman. “We hope you will be very happy with us, whateffer!”
This was said in a pleasant sing-song voice that the children liked very much. Everybody shook hands solemnly with Mrs. Evans and her husband, and Kiki held out a claw as well.
“A parrot, look you!” cried Mrs. Evans to her husband. “Effans, a parrot!”
Mr. Evans didn’t seem to like the look of Kiki as much as his wife did, but he smiled politely.
“It iss very welcome you are,” he said in his sing-song voice. “Will you pleass to come this way?”
They all followed Effans. He led them to the farmhouse, and, when the door was flung open, what a welcome sight met the children’s eyes!
A long, sturdy kitchen table was covered with a snow-white cloth, and on it was set the finest meal the children had ever seen in their lives.
A great ham sat ready to be carved. A big tongue garnished round with bright green parsley sat by its side. An enormous salad with hard-boiled eggs sprinkled generously all over it was in the middle of the table. Two cold roast chickens were on the table too, with little curly bits of cold bacon set round.
The children’s eyes nearly fell out of their heads. What a feast! And the scones and cakes! The jams and the pure yellow honey! The jugs of creamy milk!
“I say — are you having a party or something?” asked Jack, in awe.
“A party! No, no — it is high tea for you, look you,” said Mrs. Evans. “We cannot do dinners for you at night, we are poor people, whateffer! You shall have what we have, and that is all. Here is high tea for you today, and when you have washed, it iss ready!”