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Just as before, the mention of the police seemed to frighten Mrs. Stick. She cast a look at her husband and took a step backward. Julian wondered if the man had done something wrong and was hiding from the police. He never seemed to put a foot out of doors.
The boy went up the passage triumphantly. Timmy followed at his heels, disappointed that he hadn't been able to get a nibble at Stinker. Julian marched into the sitting-room, and set the dishes carefully down on the table.
"What ho!" he said. "Look what I've gotЧthe Sticks"
own supper!" Then he told the others all that had happened, and they laughed loudly.
"How do you think of all those things to say?" said Anne, admiringly. "I don't wonder you make them feel wild, Ju. It's a good thing we've got Timmy to back us up."
"Yes, I shouldn't feel nearly so bold without Timmy," said Julian.
It was a very good supper. There were knives and forks in the sideboard, and the children made do with fruit plates from the sideboard too, rather than go and get plates from the kitchen. There was bread over from their tea, so they were able to make a very good meal. They enjoyed it thoroughly.
"Sorry we can't give you the chicken bones, Tim," said George, "but they might split inside you and injure you. You can have all the scraps. See you don't leave any for Stinker!"
Timmy didn't. With two or three great gulps he cleared his plate, and then sat waiting for any scraps of treacle tart that might descend his way.
The children felt cheerful after such a good meal. They had completely eaten the chicken. Nothing was left except a pile of bones. They had eaten all the tomatoes too, finished the bread, and enjoyed every scrap of the treacle tart.
It was late, Anne yawned, and then George yawned too. "Let's go to bed," she said. "I don't feel like having a game of cards or anything."
So they went to bed, and as usual Timothy lay heavily on George's feet. He lay there awake for some time, his
ears cocked to hear noises from below. He heard the Sticks go up to bed. He heard doors closing. He heard a whine from Stinker. Then all was silence. Timmy dropped his head on to his paws and sleptЧbut he kept one ear cocked for danger. Timothy didn't trust the Sticks any more than the children did!
The children awoke very early in the morning. Julian awoke first. It was a marvellous day. Julian went to the window and looked out. The sky was a very pale blue, and rosy-pink clouds floated about it. The sea was a clean blue too, smooth and calm. Julian remembered what Anne often saidЧshe said that the world in the early morning always looked as if it had come back fresh from the laundry Ч so clean and new and fresh!
The children all bathed before breakfast, and this time they were back at half-past eight, afraid that George's father might telephone early again. Julian saw Mrs. Stick on the stairs and called to her.
"Has my uncle telephoned yet?"
"No," said the woman, in a surly tone. She had been hoping that the telephone would ring while the children were out, then, as she had done the day before, she could answer it, and get a few words in first.
"We'll have breakfast now, please," said Julian. "A. good breakfast, Mrs. Stick. My uncle might ask us what we'd had for breakfast, mightn't he? You never know."
Mrs. Stick evidently thought that Julian might tell his uncle if she gave them only bread and butter for breakfast, so very soon the children smelt a delicious smell of bacon frying. Mrs. Stick brought in a dish of it garnished with tomatoes. She banged it down on the table with the
plates. Edgar arrived with a pot of tea and a tray of cups and saucers.
"Ah, here is dear Edgar!" said Julian, in a tone of amiable surprise. "Dear old spotty-face!"
"Garn!" said Edgar, and banged down the teapot. Timmy growled, and Edgar fled for his life.
George didn't want any breakfast. Julian put hers back in the warm dish and put a plate over it. He knew that she was waiting for news. If only the telephone would ringЧthen she would know if her mother was really better or not.
It did ring as they were halfway through the meal. George was there before the bell had stopped pealing. She put the receiver to her ear. "Father! Yes, it's George. How's Mother?"
There was a pause as George listened. All the children stopped eating and listened in silence, waiting for George to speak. They would know by her next words if the news was good or not.
"OhЧoh, I'm so glad!" they heard George say. "Did she have the operation yesterday? Oh, you never told me! But it's all right now, is it? Poor Mother! Give her my love. I do want to see her. Oh Father, can't I come?"
Evidently the answer was no. George listened for a while, then spoke a few more words and said good-bye.
She ran into the sitting-room. "You heard, didn't you?" she said, joyfully. "Mother's better. She'll get all right now, and will be back home soonЧin about ten days. Father won't come back till he brings her home. It's good news about MotherЧbut I'm afraid we can't get rid of the Sticks."
Chapter Eight.
GEORGE'S PLAN.
MRS. STICK had overheard the conversation on the telephoneЧat least, she had heard George's side of it. She knew that George's mother was better and that her father would not return till her mother could be brought home. That would be in about ten days! The Sticks could have a fine time till then, no doubt about that!
George suddenly found that her appetite had come back. She ate her bacon hungrily, and scraped the dish round with a piece of bread. She had three cups of tea, and then sat back contentedly.
"I feel better," she said. Anne slipped her hand in hers. She was very glad that her aunt was going to be all right. If it wasn't for those awful Sticks they could have a lovely time. Then George said something that made Julian cross.
"Well, now that I know Mother is going to be better, I can stand up to the Sticks all right by myself with Timmy. So I want you three to go back home and finish the hols without me. I shall be all right."
"Shut up, George," said Julian. "We've argued this all out before. I've made up my mindЧand I don't change it, any more than you. do, when I've made it up. You make me cross."
"Well," said George, "I told you I'd got a planЧand you don't come into it, I'm afraidЧand you'll find
you'll have to go back home whether you mean to or not."
"Don't be so mysterious, George!" said Julian, impatiently. "What is this strange plan? You'd better tell us, even if we're not in it. Can't you trust us?"
"Yes, of course. But you might try to stop me," said George, looking sulky.
"Then you'd certainly better tell us," said Julian feeling uneasy. George was such a madcap once she got ideas into her head. Goodness knows what she might do!
But George wouldn't say another word. Julian gave it up at last, but secretly made up his mind not to let George out of his sight that day. If she was going to carry out some wild plan, then she would have to do it under his, Julian's, eye!
But George didn't seem to be carrying out any wild plan. She bathed again with the others, went for a walk with them, and went for a row on the sea. She didn't want to go to Kirrin Island, so the others didn't press her, thinking that she didn't want to be out of sight of the beach in case Edgar came with a message from her father.
It was quite a pleasant day. The children bought sausage rolls again, and fruit, and picnicked on the beach. Timmy had a large and juicy bone from the butcher's.
"I've got a bit of shopping to do," said George, about tea-time. "You others go and see if Mrs. Stick is getting some tea for us, and I'll fly down to the shops and get what I want."
Julian pricked up his ears at once. Was George sending them off so that she could be alone to carry out this mysterious plan of hers?
"I'll come with you," said Julian, getting up. "Dick can tackle Mrs. Stick for once, and take Timmy with him."
"No, you go," said George. "I won't be long."
But Julian was determined not to go. In the end they all went with George, for Dick did not want to face Mrs. Stick without Julian or George.
George went into the little general shop and got a new battery for her torch. She bought two boxes of matches, and a bottle of methylated spirit.
"Whatever do you want that for?" said Anne in surprise.