The Ship That Flew by Hilda Lewis

Author:Hilda Lewis [Lewis, Hilda]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Oxford University Press
Published: 2013-02-20T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10

To the Time of Usertsen

Christmas was over and the children’s presents were no longer new. Boxing Day, too, had come and gone with its excitement of party clothes and a visit to the pantomime. No wonder that the days following Christmas Day and Boxing Day were rather dull!

The children were in the playroom as usual. Sandy was making coconut ice for all of them in a little saucepan over the fire. But as she kept tasting it every minute or so, Humphrey asked a little anxiously whether she were having her share now.

Humphrey and Peter were poring over their stamp albums. Peter had started his last year, and Humphrey had only started his these holidays; in fact his handsome green and gold album had been Gertrude’s Christmas present. Peter had a great deal of information to pass on to Humphrey, and Humphrey was glad to listen. Every now and then Peter would give Humphrey a stamp to stick in the new green and gold album, and then Humphrey was gladder than ever.

Sheila was knitting away for dear life. She was making an oven-cloth because cook had run out of them and cook had promised her a chocolate cake for tea if she hurried up with it. Cook always said you couldn’t beat Miss Sheila’s knitting.

There was silence in the room, broken by the sudden sound of argument.

‘Look out!’ cried Peter. ‘You’re putting that stamp in the wrong place!’

‘I’m not!’ declared Humphrey in his worst arguing voice. ‘I think it looks pretty where it is!’

‘You don’t have to make it look pretty!’ answered Peter scornfully. ‘You’ve got to stick it in the right place, fathead!’

‘I’ll put them where I jolly well like!’ said Humphrey obstinately. ‘It’s my album!’

‘Is the coconut ice ready?’ interrupted Sheila, changing the conversation.

‘I don’t know!’ Sandy was doubtful.

Sheila put down her knitting and came over to the fire. The mixture in the saucepan didn’t look very attractive. It didn’t even look very much like coconut ice. Smuts from the fire had fallen into it, and the grey-looking mess had been prodded into bumps and hollows by Sandy’s inquiring finger.

‘It hasn’t set yet,’ Sheila remarked, not wishing to hurt Sandy’s feelings.

‘That doesn’t matter, it tastes jolly good,’ said Sandy eagerly. ‘Don’t let’s wait any longer. I love it hot! Look after it for me while I go for some spoons. Don’t let those boys touch it while I’m gone or there won’t be a spot left.’

In a moment she was back again with four plates and four spoons. She proceeded to divide it as fairly as she could. ‘Only bags I the scrapings because I made it!’ she said.

Sandy was right. In spite of its appearance it certainly did taste good!

‘What are we going to do now?’ she asked, scraping the saucepan and licking the last crumb from the spoon.

‘What about another adventure?’ asked Peter.

‘Good!’ cried Humphrey.

‘Well, I’m glad we agree about something!’ returned Peter.

‘Where shall we go?’ asked Sheila, throwing down her knitting.

‘Anywhere!’ cried Sandy, waving her spoon about.

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