Five fall into adventure

The FAMOUS FIVE are Julian, Dick, George (Georgina by rights), Anne, and Timothy the dog.

Ragamuffin Jo could have been George’s double — it was astonishing how much alike they were. And Jo had a way with dogs, too. She was fearless, and could climb like a cat, which was lucky when it came to making a quick get-away from Red Tower. The Five certainly met adventure when they met Jo on Kirrin beach.

The ninth in the FAMOUS FIVE series.

Enid Blyton

Five fall into adventure

The Famous Five - 9

ePub r1.2

Titivillus 27.08.2020

Título original: Five fall into adventure

Enid Blyton, 1950

Ilustraciones: Eileen Alice Soper

Diseño de cubierta: Eileen Alice Soper

Editor digital: Titivillus

ePub base r2.1

Chapter One

At Kirrin Cottage again

Georgina was at the station to meet her three cousins. Timmy her dog was with her, his long tail wagging eagerly. He knew quite well they had come to meet Julian, Dick and Anne, and he was glad. It was much more fun when the Five were all together.

“Here comes the train, Timmy!” said George. Nobody called her Georgina, because she wouldn’t answer if they did. She looked like a boy with her short curly hair and her shorts and open-necked shirt. Her face was covered with freckles, and her legs and arms were as brown as a gipsy’s.

There was the far-off rumble of a train, and as it came nearer, a short warning hoot. Timmy whined and wagged his tail. He didn’t like trains, but he wanted this one to come.

Nearer and nearer it came, slowing down as it reached Kirrin station. Long before it came to the little platform three heads appeared out of one of the windows, and three hands waved wildly. George waved back, her face one big smile.

The door swung open almost before the train stopped. Out came a big boy, and helped down a small girl. Then came another boy, not quite so tall as the first one, with a bag in each hand. He dragged a third bag out, and then George and Timmy were on him.

“Julian! Dick! Anne! Your train’s late; we thought you were never coming!”

“Hallo, George! Here we are at last. Get down, Timmy, don’t eat me.”

“Hallo, George! Oh, Timmy, you darling — you’re just as licky as ever!”

“Woof,” said Timmy joyfully, and bounded all round like a mad thing, getting into everybody’s way.

“Any trunk or anything?” asked George. “Only those three bags?”

“Well, we haven’t come for long this time, worse luck,” said Dick. “Only a fortnight! Still, it’s better than nothing.”

“You shouldn’t have gone off to France all those six weeks,” said George, half-jealously. “I suppose you’ve gone all French now.”