And back she went to her own bed and snuggled down under the sheets. It was queer not to have Timmy on her feet. She tossed about for a while, missing him, and then fell asleep quite suddenly. She dreamed of her island. She was there with Timmy — and they were discovering ingots of gold down in the dungeon. What a lovely dream!

Next morning dawned bright and sunny again. The April sky was as blue as the forget-me-nots coming out in the garden. George gazed out of the dining-room window at breakfast time wondering if Timmy was running about her island.

“Dreaming about Tim?” said Julian, with a laugh. “Never mind — you’ll soon see him, George. Another hour or so and you’ll feast your eyes on him through the coastguard’s telescope!”

“Do you really think you’ll be able to make out Tim, if he’s in the tower with your father at half past ten?” asked her mother. “I shouldn’t have thought you would be able to.”

“Yes, I shall, Mother,” said George. “It’s a very powerful telescope, you know. I’ll just go up and make my bed, then I’ll go up the cliff-path. Anyone else coming?”

“I want Anne to help me with some turning out,” said her mother. “I’m looking out some old clothes to give to the vicar’s wife for her jumble sale. You don’t mind helping me, Anne, do you?”

“No, I’d like to,” said Anne at once. “What are the boys going to do?”

“I think I must do a bit of my holiday work this morning,” said Julian, with a sigh. “I don’t want to — but I’ve kept on putting it off. You’d better do some too, Dick. You know what you are — you’ll leave it all to the last day if you’re not careful!”

“All right. I’ll do some too,” said Dick. “You won’t mind scooting up to the coastguard’s cottage alone, will you, George?”

“Not a bit,” said George. “I’ll come back just after half past ten, as soon as I’ve spotted Timmy and Father.”

She disappeared to make her bed. Julian and Dick went to fetch some books. Anne went to make her bed too, and then came down to help her aunt. In a few minutes George yelled good-bye and rushed out of the house.

“What a hurricane!” said her mother. “It seems as if George never walks if she can possibly run. Now Anne — put the clothes in three piles — the very old — the not so old — and the quite nice.”

Just before half past ten Julian went up to his window to watch for the signal from his uncle. He waited patiently. A few seconds after the half-hour the flashes came — one, two, three, four, five, six — good! Now George would settle down for the day. Perhaps they could go to the quarry in the afternoon. Julian went back to his books and was soon buried in them, with Dick grunting by his side.