“There are plenty of other places where he can work in peace,” said George. “Oh dear — I was so hoping we could go and stay there in the Easter hols — take our boat there, and food and everything, just like we’ve done before. Now we shan’t be able to if Father really does go there.”

Anne read the letter. It was from George’s mother.

“My darling George,

I think I must tell you at once that your father proposes to live on Kirrin Island for some little time in order to finish some very important experiments he is making. He will have to have some kind of building erected there — a sort of tower, I believe. Apparently he needs a place where he can have absolute peace and isolation, and also, for some reason, where there is water all around him. The fact of being surrounded by water is necessary to his experiment.

Now, dear, don’t be upset about this. I know that you consider Kirrin Island is your very own, but you must allow your family to share it, especially when it is for something as important as your father’s scientific work. Father thinks you will be very pleased indeed to lend him Kirrin Island, but I know your funny feelings about it, so I thought I had better write and tell you, before you arrive home and see him installed there, complete with his tower.”

The letter then went on about other things, but Anne did not bother to read these. She looked at George.

“Oh, George! I don’t see why you mind your father borrowing Kirrin Island for a bit! I wouldn’t mind my father borrowing an island from me — if I was lucky enough to have one!”

“Your father would talk to you about it first, and ask your permission, and see if you minded,” said George, sulkily. “My father never does anything like that. He just does exactly as he likes without asking anybody anything. I really do think he might have written to me himself. He just puts my back up.”

“You’ve got a back that is very easily put up, George,” said Anne, laughing. “Don’t scowl at me like that. I’m not borrowing your island without your gracious permission.”

But George wouldn’t smile back. She took her letter and read it again gloomily. “To think that all my lovely holiday plans are spoilt!” she said. “You know how super Kirrin Island is at Eastertime — all primroses and gorse and baby rabbits. And you and Julian and Dick were coming to stay, and we haven’t stayed together since last summer when we went caravanning.”

“I know. It is hard luck!” said Anne. “It would have been wizard to go and stay on the island these hols. But perhaps your father wouldn’t mind if we did? We needn’t disturb him.”

“As if living on Kirrin Island with Father there would be the same as living there all by ourselves,” said George, scornfully. “You know it would be horrid.”