ANNE was trying to do some of her prep. in a corner of the common-room when her cousin George came bursting in.
George was not a boy; she was a girl called Georgina, but because she had always wanted to be a boy she insisted on being called George. So George she was. She wore her curly hair cut short, and her bright blue eyes gleamed angrily now as she came towards Anne.
'Anne! I've just had a letter from home - and what do you think? Father wants to go and live on my island to do some special work - and he wants to build a sort of tower or something in the castle yard!'The other girls looked up in amusement, and Anne held out her hand for the letter that George was waving at her. Everyone knew about the little island off Kirrin Bay that belonged to George. Kirrin Island was a tiny place with an old ruined castle in the middle of it: the home of rabbits and gulls and jackdaws. It had underground dungeons, in which George and her cousins had had one or two amazing adventures. It had once belonged to George's mother, and she had given it to George - and George was very fierce where her precious Kirrin Island was concerned! It was hers. Nobody else must live there, or even land there without her permission.
And now, dear me, here was her father proposing to go to her island, and even build some sort of workshop there! George was red with exasperation.
'It's just like grown-ups; they go and give you things, and then act as though the things were theirs all the time. I don't want Father living on my island, and building nasty messy sheds and things there.''Oh George - you know your father is a very famous scientist, who needs to work in peace,' said Anne, taking the letter. 'Surely you can lend him your island for a bit?'
'There are plenty of other places where he can work in peace,' said George. 'Oh dear - I was so hoping we could go and stay there in the Easter hol's - take our boat there, and food and everything, just like we've done before. Now we shan't be able to if Father really does go there.'
Anne read the letter. It was from George's mother. 'My darling George, 'I think I must tell you at once that your lather proposes to live on Kirrin Island for some little time in order to finish some very important experiments he is making. He will have to have some kind of building erected there -a sort of tower, I believe. Apparently he needs a place where he can have absolute peace and isolation, and also, for some reason, where there is water all round him. The fact of being surrounded by water is necessary to his experiment. 'Now, dear, don't be upset about this. I know that you consider Kirrin Island is your very own, but you must allow your family to share it, especially when it is for something as important as your father's scientific work. Father thinks you will be very pleased indeed to lend him Kirrin Island, but I know your funny feelings about it, so I thought I had better write and tell you, before you arrive home and see him installed there, complete with his tower.' The letter then went on about other things, but Anne did not bother to read these. She looked at George.
'Oh, George! I don't see why you mind your father borrowing Kirrin Island for a bit! I wouldn't mind my father borrowing an island from me - if I was lucky enough to have one!''Your father would talk to you about it first, and ask your permission, and see if you minded,' said George, sulkily. 'My father never does anything like that. He just does exactly as he likes without asking anybody anything. I really do think he might have written to me himself. He just puts my back up.'
'You've got a back that is very easily put up, 'George,' said Anne, laughing. 'Don't scowl at me like that. I'm not borrowing your island without your gracious permission.
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FIVE ON KIRRIN ISLAND AGAIN by Enid Blyton
AdventureWhen George's dad announces he will be spending time on the Kirrin Island, the Famous five want to know why. But he would not tell them anything, and he won't let them visit. Then they discover that someone else is on the island spying o Uncle Quent...