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Next morning the wind was still high, but the fury of the gale was gone. The fishermen on the beach were relieved to find that their boats had suffered very little damage. But word soon went round about the accident to Kirrin Cottage, and a few sightseers came up to marvel at the sight of the great, uprooted tree, lying heavily on the little house.

The children rather enjoyed the importance of relating how nearly they had escaped with their lives. In the light of day it was surprising what damage the big tree had done. It had cracked the roof of the house like an egg-shell, and the rooms upstairs were in a terrible mess.

The woman who came up from the village to help Aunt Fanny during the day exclaimed at the sight: ‘Why, Mam, it’ll take weeks to set that right!’ she said. ‘Have you got on to the builders, Mam? I’d get them up here right away and let them see what’s to be done.’

‘I’m seeing to things, Mrs Daly,’ said Uncle Quentin. ‘My wife has had a great shock. She is not fit to see to things herself. The first thing to do is to decide what is to happen to the children. They can’t remain here while there are no usable bedrooms.’

‘They had better go back to school, poor things,’ said Aunt Fanny.

‘No. I’ve a better idea than that,’ said Uncle Quentin, fishing a letter out of his pocket. ‘Much better. I’ve had a letter from that fellow Lenoir this morning—you know, the one who’s interested in the same kind of experiments as I am. He says—er, wait a minute, I’ll read you the bit. Yes, here it is.’

Uncle Quentin read it out: ‘It is most kind of you to suggest my coming to stay with you and bringing my boy Pierre. Allow me to extend hospitality to you and your children also. I do not know how many you have, but all are welcome here in this big house. My Pierre will be glad of company, and so will his sister, Marybelle.’

Uncle Quentin looked up triumphantly at his wife. ‘There you are! I call that a most generous invitation! It couldn’t have come at a better time. We’ll pack the whole of the children off to this fellow’s house.’

‘But Quentin—you can’t possibly do that! Why, we don’t know anything about him or his family!’ said Aunt Fanny.

‘His boy goes to the same school as Julian and Dick, and I know Lenoir is a remarkable, clever fellow,’ said Uncle Quentin, as if that was all that really mattered. ‘I’ll telephone him now. What’s his number?’

Aunt Fanny felt helpless in face of her husband’s sudden determination to settle everything himself. He was ashamed because it was his forgetfulness that had brought on the accident to the house. Now he was going to show that he could see to things if he liked. She heard him telephoning, and frowned. How could they possibly send off the children to a strange place like that?

Uncle Quentin put down the receiver, and went to find his wife, looking jubilant and very pleased with himself.

‘It’s all settled,’ he said. ‘Lenoir is delighted, most delighted. Says he loves children about the place, and so does his wife, and his two will be thrilled to have them. If we can hire a car today, they can go at once.’

‘But Quentin—we can’t let them go off like that to strange people! They’ll hate it! I shouldn’t be surprised if George refuses to go,’ said his wife.

‘Oh—that reminds me. She’s not to take Timothy,’ said Uncle Quentin. ‘Apparently Lenoir doesn’t like dogs.’

‘Well, then, you know George won’t go!’ said his wife. ‘That’s foolish, Quentin. George won’t go anywhere without Timmy.’

‘She’ll have to, this time,’ said Uncle Quentin, quite determined that George should not upset all his marvellous plans. ‘Here are the children. I’ll ask them what they feel about going, and see what they say!’

He called them into his study. They came in, feeling sure that they were to hear bad news—probably they were all to return to school!

‘You remember that boy I spoke to you about last night?’ began Uncle Quentin. ‘Pierre Lenoir. You had some absurd name for him.’

‘Sooty,’ said Dick and Julian together.

‘Ah yes, Sooty. Well, his father has kindly invited you all to go and stay with him at Smuggler’s Top,’ said Uncle Quentin.

The children were astonished.

‘Smuggler’s Top!’ said Dick, his fancy caught by the queer name. ‘What’s Smuggler’s Top?’

‘The name of his house,’ said Uncle Quentin. ‘It’s very old, built on the top of a queer hill surrounded by marshes over which the sea once flowed. The hill was once an island, but now it’s just a tall hill rising up from the marsh. Smuggling went on there in the old days. It’s a very peculiar place, so I’ve heard.’

All this made the children feel excited. Also Julian and Dick had always liked Sooty Lenoir. He was quite mad, but awfully good fun. They might have a first-rate time with him.

‘Well—would you like to go? Or would you rather go back to school for the holidays?’ asked Uncle Quentin impatiently.

‘Oh no—not back to school!’ said everyone at once.

‘I’d love to go to Smuggler’s Top’, said Dick. ‘It sounds a thrilling place. And I always liked old Sooty, especially since he sawed half through one of the legs of our form-master’s chair. It gave way at once when Mr Toms sat down!’

‘H’m. I don’t see that a trick like that is any reason for liking someone,’ said Uncle Quentin, beginning to feel a little doubtful about Master Lenoir. ‘Perhaps, on the whole, school would be best for you.’

‘Oh no, no!’ cried everyone. ‘Let’s go to Smuggler’s Top! Do, do let’s!’

‘Very well,’ said Uncle Quentin, pleased at their eagerness to follow his plan. ‘As a matter of fact, I have already settled it. I telephoned a few minutes ago. Mr Lenoir was very kind about it all.’

‘Can I take Timmy?’ asked George, suddenly.

‘No,’ said her father. ‘I’m afraid not. Mr Lenoir doesn’t like dogs.’

‘Then I shouldn’t like him,’ said George, sulkily. ‘I won’t go without Timmy.’

‘You’ll have to go back to school, then,’ said her father, sharply. ‘And take off that sulky expression, George. You know how I dislike it.’

But George wouldn’t. She turned away. The others looked at her in dismay. Surely old George wasn’t going to get into one of her moods, and spoil everything! It would be fun to go to Smuggler’s Top. But, of course, it certainly wouldn’t be so much fun without Timmy. Still—they couldn’t all go back to school just because George wouldn’t go anywhere without her dog.

They all went into the sitting-room. Anne put her arm through George’s. George shook it off.

‘George! You simply must come with us,’ said Anne. ‘I can’t bear to go without you—it would be awful to see you going back to school all alone.’

‘I shouldn’t be all alone,’ said George. ‘I should have Timmy.’

The others pressed her to change her mind, but she shook them off. ‘Leave me alone,’ she said. ‘I want to think. How are we supposed to get to Smuggler’s Top, and where is it? Which road do we take?’

‘We’re going by car, and it’s right up the coast somewhere, so I expect we’ll take the coast-road,’ said Julian. ‘Why, George?’

‘Don’t ask questions,’ said George. She went out with Timmy. The others didn’t follow her. George was not very nice when she was cross.

Aunt Fanny began to pack for them, though it was impossible to get some of the things from the girls’ room. After a time George came back, but Timmy was not with her. She looked more cheerful.

‘Where’s Tim?’ asked Anne, at once.

‘Out somewhere,’ said George.

‘Are you coming with us, George?’ asked Julian, looking at her.

‘Yes. I’ve made up my mind to,’ said George, but for some reason she wouldn’t look Julian in the eyes. He wondered why.

Aunt Fanny gave them all an early lunch, and then a big car came for them. They packed themselves inside. Uncle Quentin gave them all sorts of messages for Mr Lenoir, and Aunt Fanny kissed them good-bye. ‘I do hope you have a nice time at Smuggler’s Top,’ she said. ‘Mind you write at once and tell me all about it.’

‘Aren’t we going to say good-bye to Timmy?’ said Anne, her eyes opening wide in amazement at George forgetting. ‘George, surely you’re not going without saying good-bye to old Timmy!’

‘Can’t stop now,’ said Uncle Quentin, afraid that George might suddenly become awkward again. ‘Right, driver! You can go off now. Don’t drive too fast, please.’

Waving and shouting the children drove away from Kirrin Cottage, sad when they looked back and saw the smashed roof under the fallen tree. Never mind—they had not been sent back to school. That was the main thing. Their spirits rose as they thought of Sooty and his queerly-named home, Smuggler’s Top.

‘Smuggler’s Top! It sounds too exciting for words!’ said Anne. ‘I can picture it, an old house right on the top of a hill. Fancy being an island once. I wonder why the sea went back and left marshes instead.’

George said nothing for a while, and the car sped on. The others glanced at her once or twice, but came to the conclusion that she was grieving about Timmy. Still she didn’t look very sad!

The car went over a hill and sped down to the bottom. When they got there George leaned forward and touched the driver’s arm.

‘Would you stop a moment, please? We have to pick somebody up here.’

Julian, Dick and Anne stared at George in surprise. The driver, also rather surprised, drew the car to a standstill. George opened the car door and gave a loud whistle.

Something shot out of the hedge and hurled itself joyfully into the car. It was Timmy! He licked everyone, trod on everyone’s toes, and gave the little short barks that showed he was excited and happy.

‘Well,’ said the driver, doubtfully, ‘I don’t know if you’re supposed to take that dog in, Miss. Your father didn’t say anything about him.’

‘It’s all right,’ said George, her face red with joy.

‘Quite all right. You needn’t worry. Start the car again, please.’

‘You are a monkey!’ said Julian, half-annoyed with George, and half-pleased because Timmy was with them after all. ‘Mr Lenoir may send him back, you know.’

‘Well, he’ll have to send me back too,’ said George, defiantly. ‘Anyhow, the main thing is, we’ve got Timmy after all, and I am coming with you.’

‘Yes—that’s fine,’ said Anne, and gave first George and then Timmy a hug. ‘I didn’t like going without Tim either.’

‘On to Smuggler’s Top!’ said Dick, as the car started off again. ‘On to Smuggler’s Top. I wonder if we shall have any adventures there!’