Five have a wonderful time

The Five’s holiday begins peacefully enough on a camping site where they are staying in two old gypsy caravans. But things start to happen when the fair-folk arrive.

Ruined Faynights Castle also proves a great attraction to the Five, particularly when they see a face at the tower window — and there is no way up to the tower…

This is the Five’s eleventh adventure

Enid Blyton

Five have a wonderful time

The Famous Five - 11

ePub r1.2

Titivillus 27.08.2020

Título original: Five have a wonderful time

Enid Blyton, 1952

Ilustraciones: Eileen Alice Soper

Diseño de cubierta: Eileen Alice Soper

Editor digital: Titivillus

ePub base r2.1

Chapter One

George is all alone

“I do think it’s mean,” said George, fiercely. “Why can’t I go when the others do? I’ve had two weeks at home, and haven’t seen the others since school broke up. And now they’re off for a wonderful fortnight and I’m not with them.”

“Don’t be silly, George,” said her mother. “You can go as soon as that cold of yours is better.”

“It’s better now,” said George, scowling. “Mother, you know it is!”

“That’s enough, Georgina,” said her father, looking up from his newspaper. “This is the third breakfast-time we’ve had this argument. Be quiet.”

George would never answer anyone when she was called Georgina — so, much as she would have liked to say something back, she pursed up her mouth and looked away.

Her mother laughed. “Oh, George, dear! Don’t look so terribly fierce. It was your own fault you got this cold — you would go and bathe and stay in far too long — and after all, it’s only the third week in April!”

“I always bathe in April,” said George, sulkily.

“I said BE QUIET,” said her father, banging down his paper on the table. “One more word from you, George, and you won’t go to your three cousins at all.”

“Woof,” said Timmy, from under the table. He didn’t like it when anyone spoke angrily to George.

“And don’t you start arguing with me, either,” said George’s father, poking Timmy with his toe, and scowling exactly like George.

His wife laughed again. “Oh, be quiet, the two of you,” she said. “George, be patient dear. I’ll let you go off to your cousins as soon as ever I can — tomorrow, if you’re good, and don’t cough much today.”

“Oh, Mother — why didn’t you say so before?” said George, her scowl disappearing like magic. “I didn’t cough once in the night. I’m perfectly all right today. Oh, if I can go off to Faynights Castle tomorrow, I promise I won’t cough once today!”

“What’s this about Faynights Castle?” demanded her father, looking up again. “First I’ve heard of it!”

“Oh no, Quentin dear, I’ve told you at least three times,” said his wife. “Julian, Dick and Anne have been lent two funny old caravans by a school friend. They are in a field near Faynights Castle.”