Five Get Into a Fix by Enid Blyton Read Free Book Online Page A

creature - what was her name now - Aily!
    And Dave her dog and Fany the lamb. We mustn"t forget to ask Mrs. Jones about them,”
    said Julian.
    They went downstairs, feeling much fresher and were delighted to see that Mrs. Jones had been in and laid the table. They went up to see what there was for their high tea.
    “Pork pie - home made, of course,” said Dick. “And what"s this - golly, it"s a cheese! How enormous! Smel it, Julian - it"s enough to make you start eating straightaway! And more of that home-made bread! Can"t we start?”
    “No - there are new-laid boiled eggs to begin with,” said Anne, with a laugh. “And an apple pie and cream to end with. So I hope you real y are hungry, you two!”
    Mrs. Jones came in with a pot of hot tea. She smiled at the boys as she set the big brown teapot down on the table.
    "Is it a nice day you"ve had, away up on the mountain?” she said. “You look fine, both of you. Did you find the hut all right?”
    “Yes, thank you,” said Julian. “Mrs. Jones, it"s a marvel ous hut. We...”
    “Yes, yes - it"s a good hut,” said Mrs. Jones, “and it"s sorry I was the two girls didn"t go with you, such a fine day as it was, and the dog not real y hurt! And to think that the girls want to go back home! It"s sad I"ve been this day in my thoughts!”
    She really did seem hurt and grieved, and George looked very guilty. Julian patted Mrs.
    Jones on the arm, and spoke comfortingly.
    “Don"t you worry about us, Mrs. Jones. I"ve got a fine idea to tell you. What we"d real y like is to go and live up at that hut, the five of us - then we"d be out of your way and Timmy would be out of the way of the farm dogs too! Do you think we might do that? Then George wouldn"t have to go home, as she had planned to do.”
    “Well now! To go to that hut in this weather! What an idea!” said Mrs. Jones. “Most uncomfortable you would be, with no one to look after you, and see to your wants, and cook for you this cold weather. No, no...”
    “We"re used to looking after ourselves,” said Dick. “We"re awfully good at it, Mrs. Jones.
    And, my word, the food you"ve got up there is enough to feed an army! And there are cups and plates and dishes - and knives and forks - and al kinds of bedding...”

    “We"d have a smashing time,” said George, joining in eagerly. “I don"t real y want to go home, Mrs. Jones. It"s so lovely in these mountains - and if the snow comes down, as your Morgan says, we"d be able to have winter sports all on our own!”
    “Oh, do say it"s all right,” begged Anne. “We shal be quite safe and happy there - and we do promise to come down here again if we can"t manage, or if anything goes wrong.”
    “I"l see that things go all right,” said Julian, speaking in his most grown-up voice.
    “Well - well, it"s a queer idea you have,” said Mrs. Jones, stil taken aback. “I"l have to talk to my Morgan about it first. Now set you down and eat your meal. I"l get my Morgan to decide.”
    She went out of the room, shaking her head, her mouth pursed up in disapproval. No fire!
    No hot meals! No one to “manage” for them. What a dreadful time those children would have up in that hut in this weather!
    The five set to work to demolish the good food on the table. George allowed Timmy to sit up on a chair too, and fed him with titbits for a treat. He was perfectly good and very well-mannered indeed.
    “I almost expect him to hand me a plate of something!” said Anne, with a giggle. “Tim, dear - do pass me the salt!”
    Timmy put a paw on the table exactly as if he meant to obey Anne, and George hastily made him put it down again! What a meal that was! The pork pie was so good that everyone had two slices, as well as their boiled eggs. Then they started on the cheese, which even Timmy liked. There was very little room indeed for the apple pie that Mrs.
    Jones brought in at the end!
    “My goodness - I forgot that an apple pie was coming,” said Anne, in dismay, as the old