Famous Five 19 Five Go to Demons Rocks by Enid Blyton Read Free Book Online

PARP!’
    Mrs Kirrin rushed to the door. ‘You know you’ve been told not to be a car out in the hall.
    Come back before your father hears you, Tinker. My goodness me, this house will be an entirely different place, once it is rid of all the cars that have driven about in it since you came!’
    ‘I was only being a tractor,’ said Tinker, surprised. ‘I always feel as if I must go and be a car when people are horrid to me or Mischief.’
    ‘Oh, be your age!’ said George.
    ‘I shall go up to bed,’ said Tinker, offended again.

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    ‘Well, that’s not a bad idea, seeing that you have to be punctual tomorrow morning,’ said Mrs Kirrin. ‘Good night, then, Tinker dear. Good night Mischief.’
    Tinker found himself gently propelled to the door. He went up the stairs, grumbling, Mischief on his shoulder. But he soon stopped frowning as he undressed and thought of the next day. Off to the lighthouse - his light-house! Ha, that would make George and the others sit up. He snuggled down in bed with Mischief nestling beside him, one little paw down the front of Tinker’s pyjama jacket.
    Next morning George awoke first. She sat up, afraid that the weather forecast might be right, and that it would be pouring with rain. No - it was wrong for once - the sun shone down and she could not hear the sound of the sea - that meant that there was not much wind to blow up big waves that pounded on the shore.
    She awoke Anne. ‘Light-house day!’ she said. ‘Buck up - it’s half past seven.’
    They were all down very punctually to breakfast - except Professor Hayling! As usual he did not appear until breakfast was over, and then he sauntered in at the front door!
    ‘Oh - you are up then,’ said Mrs Kirrin. ‘I thought you were still asleep in bed.’
    ‘No - Tinker woke me up at some very early hour,’ complained the Professor. ‘Or else it was the monkey - I really don’t know. They both look alike to me in the early morning.’
    Mr Kirrin was already down, but hadn’t come into breakfast. He was in his study as usual. ‘George - go and fetch your father,’ said Mrs Kirrin. ‘His breakfast will soon be uneatable.’
    George went to the study door and knocked. ‘Father! Don’t you want your breakfast?’
    ‘I’ve had it!’ said a surprised voice. ‘Very nice couple of boiled eggs.’
    ‘Father! That was your yesterday’s breakfast!’ said George, impatiently. ‘It’s bacon and fried eggs today. You’ve forgotten as usual. Do come. We’re leaving for the light-house soon.’
    ‘Light-house - what light-house?’ said Mr Kirrin, in tones of great astonishment. But he had no answer. George had gone back to the dining-room, not knowing whether to laugh or frown. Really! Father was so forgetful that he would forget where he lived next!
    There was great excitement after breakfast. Rugs - coats - night-clothes, the warmest that could be found - tins of cakes and mince-pies packed by Joan - sandwiches to eat on the way - books - games - as George said, anyone would think they were going away for a month!
    ‘The car’s late!’ said Dick, impatiently. ‘Or else my watch is fast.’
    ‘Here it comes!’ said Anne, excited. ‘Oh, Aunt Fanny, I wish you were coming too! We’re going to have such fun! Where’s Mischief - oh, there he is! And Timmy - Timmy, we’re going to live in a light-house! You don’t even know what that is, do you?’
    The car came up to the front gate of Kirrin Cottage, and the driver blew his horn, making Mr Kirrin almost jump out of his skin. He turned on poor Tinker at once. ‘Was that you up to your silly tricks of pretending to be a car, and hooting again? Own up, now!’
    ‘No sir, it wasn’t, on my honour it wasn’t,’ said Tinker, indignantly, hopping out of the way of what looked as if it might be a very powerful slap. ‘See - it’s that car!’
    ‘I’ll just ask the driver what he means by driving up here