the five on a treasure island

3. a queer story

The three children stared at George in the greatest surprise.George stared back at them.  "What do you mean?" said Dick, at last. "Kirrin Island can't belong to you. You're justboasting.""No, I'm not," said George. "You ask Mother. If you're not going to believe what I say Iwon't tell you another word more. But I don't tell untruths. I think it's being a coward ifyou don't tell the truth- and I'm not a coward."Julian remembered that Aunt Fanny had said that George was absolutely truthful, andhe scratched his head and looked at George again. How could she be possibly tellingthe truth?"Well, of course we'll believe you if you tell us the truth," he said. "But it does sound a bitextraordinary, you know. Really it does. Children don't usually own islands, even funnylittle ones like that.""It isn't a funny little island," said George, fiercely. "It's lovely. There are rabbits there, astame as can be- and the big cormorants sit on the other side- and all kinds of gulls gothere. The castle is wonderful too, even if it is all in ruins.""It sounds fine," said Dick. "How does it belong to you, Georgina?"George glared at him and didn't answer."Sorry," said Dick, hastily. "I didn't mean to call you Georgina. I meant to call youGeorge.""Go on, George- tell us how the island belongs to you," said Julian, slipping his armthrough his sulky little cousin's.She pulled away from him at once."Don't do that," she said. "I'm not sure that I want to make friends with you yet.""All right, all right," said Julian, losing patience. "Be enemies or anything you like. Wedon't care. But we like your mother awfully, and we don't want her to think we won'tmake friends with you.""Do you like my mother?" said George, her bright blue eyes softening a little. "Yes- she'sa dear, isn't she? Well- all right- I'll tell you how Kirrin Castle belongs to me. Come andsit down here in this corner where nobody can hear us."They all sat down in a sandy corner of the beach. George looked across at the littleisland in the bay."It's like this," she said. "Years ago my mother's people owned nearly all the land aroundhere. Then they got poor, and had to sell most of it. But they could never sell that littleisland, because nobody thought it worth anything, especially as the castle has beenruined for years.""Fancy nobody wanting to buy a dear little island like that!" said Dick. "I'd buy it at once ifI had the money.""All that's left of what Mother's family owned is our own house, Kirrin Cottage, and afarm a little way off- and Kirrin Island," said George. "Mother says when I'm grown-up itwill be mine. She says she doesn't want it now, either, so she's sort of given it to me. Itbelongs to me. It's my own private island, and I don't let anyone go there unless they getmy permission."The three children stared at her. They believed every word George said, for it was quiteplain that the girl was speaking the truth. Fancy having an island of your very own! Theythought she was very lucky indeed."Oh Georgina- I mean George!" said Dick. "I do think you're lucky. It looks such a niceisland. I hope you'll be friends with us and take us there one day soon. You simply can'timagine how we'd love it." "Well- I might," said George, pleased at the interest she had caused. "I'll see. I neverhave taken anyone there yet, though some of the boys and girls round here havebegged me to. But I don't like them, so I haven't."There was a little silence as the four children looked out over the bay to where the islandlay in the distance. The tide was going out. It almost looked as if they could wade overto the island. Dick asked if it was possible."No," said George. "I told you- it's only possible to get to it by boat. It's farther out than itlooks-and the water is very, very deep. There are rocks all about too- you have to knowexactly where to row a boat, or you bump into them. It's a dangerous bit of coast here.There are a lot of wrecks about.""Wrecks!" cried Julian, his eyes shining, "I say! I've never seen an old wreck. Are thereany to see?""Not now," said George. "They've all been cleared up. Except one, and that's the otherside of the island. It's deep down in the water. You can just see the broken mast if yourow over it on a calm day and look down into the water. That wreck really belongs to metoo."This time the children really could hardly believe George. But she nodded her headfirmly."Yes," she said, "it was a ship belonging to one of my great-great-great-grandfathers, orsomeone like that. He was bringing gold- big bars of gold- back in his ship-and it gotwrecked off Kirrin Island.""Oooh- what happened to the gold?" asked Anne, her eyes round and big."Nobody knows," said George. "I expect it was stolen out of the ship. Divers have beendown to see, of course, but they couldn't find any gold.""Golly- this does sound exciting," said Julian. "I wish I could see the wreck.""Well- we might perhaps go this afternoon when the tide is right down," said George."The water is so calm and clear today. We could see a bit of it.""Oh, how wonderful!" said Anne. "I do so want to see a real live wreck!"The others laughed. "Well, it won't be very alive," said Dick. "I say, George- what abouta bathe?""I must go and get Timothy first," said George. She got up."Who's Timothy?" said Dick."Can you keep a secret?" asked George. "Nobody must know at home.""Well, go on, what's the secret?" asked Julian. "You can tell us. We're not sneaks.""Timothy is my very greatest friend," said George. "I couldn't do without him. But Motherand Father don't like him, so I have to keep him in secret. I'll go and fetch him."She ran off up the cliff path. The others watched her go. They thought she was thequeerest girl they had ever known."Who in the world can Timothy be?" wondered Julian. "Some fisher-boy, I suppose, thatGeorge's parents don't approve of."The children, lay back in the soft sand and waited. Soon they heard George's clearvoice coming down from the cliff behind them."Come on, Timothy! Come on!"They sat up and looked to see what Timothy was like. They saw no fisher-boy- butinstead a big brown mongrel dog with an absurdly long tail and a big wide mouth that really seemed to grin! He was bounding all round George, mad with delight. She camerunning down to them."This is Timothy," she said. "Don't you think he is simply perfect?"As a dog, Timothy was far from perfect. He was the wrong shape, his head was too big,his ears were too pricked, his tail was too long and it was quite impossible to say whatkind of a dog he was supposed to be. But he was such a mad, friendly, clumsy,laughable creature that every one of the children adored him at once."Oh, you darling!" said Anne, and got a lick on the nose."I say- isn't he grand!" said Dick, and gave Timothy a friendly smack that made the dogbound madly all round him."I wish I had a dog like this," said Julian, who really loved dogs, and had always wantedone of his own. "Oh, George- he's fine. Aren't you proud of him?"The little girl smiled, and her face altered at once, and became sunny and pretty. Shesat down on the sand and her dog cuddled up to her, licking her wherever he could finda bare piece of skin."I love him awfully," she said. "I found him out on the moors when he was just a pup, ayear ago, and I took him home. At first Mother liked him, but when he grew bigger he gotterribly naughty.""What did he do?" asked Anne."Well, he's an awfully chewy kind of dog," said George. "He chewed up everything hecould- a new rug Mother had bought- her nicest hat- Father's slippers- some of hispapers, and things like that. And he barked too. I liked his bark, but Father didn't. Hesaid it nearly drove him mad. He hit Timothy and that made me angry, so I was awfullyrude to him.""Did you get spanked?" said Anne. "I wouldn't like to be rude to your father. He looksfierce."George looked out over the bay. Her face had gone sulky again. "Well, it doesn't matterwhat punishment I got," she said, "but the worst part of all was when Father said Icouldn't keep Timothy any more, and Mother backed Father up and said Tim must go. Icried for days- and I never do cry, you know, because boys don't and I like to be like aboy.""Boys do cry sometimes," began Anne, looking at Dick, who had been a bit of a cry-babythree or four years back. Dick gave her a sharp nudge, and she said no more.George looked at Anne."Boys don't cry," she said, obstinately. "Anyway, I've never seen one, and I always trynot to cry myself. It's so babyish. But I just couldn't help it when Timothy had to go. Hecried too."The children looked with great respect at Timothy. They had not known that a dog couldcry before."Do you mean- he cried real tears?" asked Anne."No, not quite," said George. "He's too brave for that. He cried with his voice- howledand howled and looked so miserable that he nearly broke my heart. And then I knew Icouldn't possibly part with him.""What happened then?" asked Julian."I went to Alf, a fisher-boy I know," said George, "and I asked him if he'd keep Tim forme, if I paid him all the pocket-money I get. He said he would, and so he does. That'swhy I never have any money to spend- it all has to go on Tim. He seems to eat an awfullot- don't you, Tim?""Woof!" said Tim, and rolled over on his back, all his shaggy legs in the air. Julian tickledhim."How do you manage when you want any sweets or ice-creams?" said Anne, who spentmost of her pocket-money on things of that sort."I don't manage," said George. "I go without, of course."This sounded awful to the other children, who loved ice-creams, chocolates and sweets,and had a good many of them. They stared at George."Well- I suppose the other children who play on the beach share their sweets and iceswith you sometimes, don't they?" asked Julian."I don't let them," said George. "If I can never give them any myself it's not fair to takethem. So I say no."The tinkle of an ice-cream man's bell was heard in the distance. Julian felt in his pocket.He jumped up and rushed off, jingling his money. In a few moments he was back again,carrying four fat chocolate ice-cream bars. He gave one to Dick, and one to Anne, andthen held out one to George. She looked at it longingly, but shook her head."No, thanks," she said. "You know what I just said. I haven't any money to buy them, so Ican't share mine with you, and I can't take any from you. It's mean to take from people ifyou can't give even a little back.""You can take from us," said Julian, trying to put the ice into George's brown hand."We're your cousins.""No, thanks," said George again. "Though I do think it's nice of you."She looked at Julian out of her blue eyes and the boy frowned as he tried to think of away to make the obstinate little girl take the ice. Then he smiled."Listen," he said, "you've got something we badly want to share- in fact you've got a lotof things we'd like to share, if only you'd let us. You share those with us, and let usshare things like ices with you. See?""What things have I got that you want to share?" asked George, in surprise."You've got a dog," said Julian, patting the big brown mongrel. "We'd love to share himwith you, he's such a darling. And you've got a lovely island. We'd be simply thrilled ifyou'd share it sometimes. And you've got a wreck. We'd like to look at it and share it too.Ices and sweets aren't so good as those things- but it would be nice to make a bargainand share with each other."George looked at the brown eyes that gazed steadily into hers. She couldn't help likingJulian. It wasn't her nature to share anything. She had always been an only child, alonely, rather misunderstood little girl, fierce and hot-tempered. She had never had anyfriends of her own. Timothy looked up at Julian and saw that he was offering somethingnice and chocolately to George. He jumped up and licked the boy with his friendlytongue."There you are, you see- Tim wants to be shared," said Julian, with a laugh. "It would benice for him to have three new friends.""Yes- it would," said George, giving in suddenly, and taking the chocolate bar. "Thankyou, Julian. I will share with you. But promise you'll never tell anyone at home that I'mstill keeping Timothy?"  "Of course we'll promise," said Julian. "But I can't imagine that your father or motherwould mind, so long as Tim doesn't live in their house. How's the ice? Is it nice?""Ooooh- the loveliest one I've ever tasted!" said George nibbling at it. "It's so cold. Ihaven't had one this year. It's simply DELICIOUS!"Timothy tried to nibble it too. George gave him a few crumbs at the end. Then sheturned and smiled at the three children."You're nice," she said. "I'm glad you've come after all. Let's take a boat out thisafternoon and row round the island to have a look at the wreck, shall we?""Rather!" said all three at once- and even Timothy wagged his tail as if he understood!