Five on a hike together by Enid Blyton

Author:Enid Blyton [Blyton, Enid]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Novela, Aventuras, Infantil, Juvenil
Publisher: ePubLibre
Published: 1950-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

By the time they were back the girls had got breakfast in the cellar room. It was darker than the kitchen, but all of them disliked the look of the burnt, scorched rooms above. The bread and butter, potted meat, cake and chocolate went down well.

In the middle of the meal a sound came echoing into the old house - bells! Anne stopped eating, and her heart beat fast.

But they were not the clanging warning bells she had heard before!

“Church bells,” said Julian at once, seeing Anne’s sudden look of fright. “Lovely sound I always think!”

“Oh yes,” said Anne, thankfully. “So it is. It’s Sunday and people are going to church. I’d like to go too, on this lovely sunny October day.”

“We might walk across the moor to the nearest village if you like,” said Dick, looking at his watch, “But we should be very late.”

It was decided that it was much too late. They pushed their plates aside and planned what to do that day.

“The first thing, of course, is to see if there’s a boathouse and find out if there’s a boat called Saucy Jane,” said Julian. “Then we’d better try and puzzle out what that plan means. We could wander here and there and see if we can find Tall Stone - and I’ll look at the map to see if Tock Hill is marked. That was on the plan too, wasn’t it?”

“You boys go and get some more heather and bracken while we clear away and wash up,” said Anne. “That is if you mean us to camp here another night.”

“Yes. I think we will,” said Julian. “I think we may find things rather interesting here this week-end!”

Julian went out with Dick and they brought in a great deal more bedding. Everyone had complained that the hard floor came through the amount of heather and bracken they had used the night before, and poor George was quite stiff.

The girls took the dirty things up to the big sink to wash them. There was nothing to dry them with but that didn’t matter. They laid them on the old worn draining board to dry.

They wiped their hands on their hankies and then felt ready for exploring round outside. The boys were ready too.

With Timmy bounding here and there they went down to the lake. A path had once led down to it, with a low wall on each side. But now the wall was broken, moss had crept everywhere, and the path was choked with tufts of heather and even with small bushes of gorse.

The lake was as still and dark as ever. Some moor-hens chugged across it quickly, disappearing under the water when they saw the children.

“Now, what about that boat-house?” said Dick at last. “Is there one - or not?”

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