by Enid Blyton
Enid Blyton, who died in 1968, is one of the most successful children’s authors of all time. She wrote over seven hundred books, which have been translated into more than 40 languages and have sold more than 400 million copies around the world. Enid Blyton’s stories of magic, adventure and friendship continue to enchant children the world over. Enid Blyton’s beloved works include The Famous Five, Malory Towers, The Faraway Tree and the Adventure series.
Titles in the Adventure series:
1. The Island of Adventure
2. The Castle of Adventure
3. The Valley of Adventure
4. The Sea of Adventure
5. The Mountain of Adventure
6. The Ship of Adventure
7. The Circus of Adventure
8. The River of Adventure
First published 1948 by Macmillan Children’s Books
This edition published 2007 by Macmillan Children’s Books
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Contents
1. No governess, thank you
2. A glorious idea
3. Very mysterious
4. A visit from Bill – and a great idea
5. Exciting plans
6. Travelling far
7. On the sea at last
8. The island of birds
9. Hurrah for Puffin Island!
10. A little exploring
11. Huffin and Puffin
12. Bill goes off on his own
13. What happened in the night?
14. A few plans
15. A really terrible storm
16. Next day
17. A boat, a boat!
18. The enemy – and Kiki
19. Someone else comes to the island
20. Mr Horace Tipperlong gets a shock
21. Horace does not like Puffin Island
22. The enemy
23. The secret lagoon
24. An amazing discovery
25. Another surprise
26. Off to the enemy’s island
27. Escape
28. A night of talking
29. Bill makes a grand find
30. Ahoy there! Show yourselves!
31. Over the Sea of Adventure
1
No governess, thank you!
‘Do you know, it’s May the fifth already!’ said Jack, in a very gloomy voice. ‘All the fellows will be back at school today’
‘What a pity, what a pity!’ said Kiki the parrot, in just as gloomy a voice as Jack’s.
‘This awful measles!’ said Lucy-Ann. ‘First Philip had it as soon as he came home for the hols, then Dinah, then she gave it to me, and then you had it!’
‘Well, we’re all out of quarantine now,’ said Dinah, from her corner of the room. ‘It’s just silly of the doctor to say we ought to go away and have a change before we go back to school. Isn’t it enough change to go back to school? I do so love the summer term too.’
‘Yes – and I bet I’d have been in the first eleven,’ said Philip, pushing back the tuft of hair he had in front. ‘Golly, I’ll be glad to get my hair cut again! It feels tickly, now it’s grown so long!’
The four children had all had a bad attack of measles in the holidays. Jack especially had had a very nasty time, and Dinah’s eyes had given her a lot of trouble. This was partly her own fault, for she had been forbidden to read, and had disobeyed the doctor’s orders. Now her eyes kept watering, and she blinked in any bright light.
‘Certainly no school work for Dinah yet,’ the doctor had said sternly. ‘I suppose you thought you knew better than I did, young lady, when you disobeyed orders. Think yourself lucky if you don’t have to wear glasses a little later on!’
‘I hope Mother won’t send us away to some awful boarding-house by the sea,’ said Dinah. ‘She can’t come with us herself, because she’s taken on some kind of important job for the summer. I hope she doesn’t get us a governess or something to take us away.’
‘A governess!’ said Philip in scorn. ‘I jolly well wouldn’t go. And anyway she wouldn’t stay now that I’m training young rats.’
His sister Dinah looked at him in disgust. Philip always had some kind of creature about him, for he had a great love of animals. He could do anything he liked with them, and Lucy-Ann secretly thought that if he met a roaring tiger in a jungle, he would simply hold out his hand, and the tiger would lick it like a dog, and purr happily like a cat.
‘I’ve told you, Philip, that if you so much as let me see one of your young rats I’ll scream!’ Dinah said.
‘All right, then scream!’ said Philip obligingly. ‘Hey, Squeaker, where are you?’
Squeaker appeared above the neck of Philip’s jersey collar, and true to his name squeaked loudly. Dinah screamed.
‘You beast, Philip! How many of those things have you got down your neck? If we had a cat I’d give them all to her.’
‘Well, we haven’t,’ said Philip, and poked Squeaker’s head down his collar again.
‘Three blind mice,’ remarked Kiki the parrot, with great interest, cocking her head on one side and watching for Squeaker to appear again.
‘Wrong, Kiki, old bird,’ said Jack, lazily putting out a hand and pulling at his parrot’s tail feathers. ‘Far from being three blind mice, it’s one very wide-awake rat. I say, Kiki, why didn’t you catch measles from us?’
Kiki was quite prepared to have a conversation with Jack. She gave a loud cackle, and then put her head down to be scratched. ‘How many times have I told you to shut the door?’ she cried. ‘How many times have I told you to wipe your feet? Wipe the door, shut your feet, wipe the . . .’
‘Hey, you’re getting muddled!’ said Jack and the others laughed. It was always comical when Kiki mixed up the things she loved to say. The parrot liked to make people laugh. She raised her head, put up her crest, and made a noise like a mowing-machine outside in the garden.
‘That’s enough,’ said Jack, tapping her on the beak. ‘Now stop it, Kiki!’
But Kiki, pleased with the noise, flew up to the top of the curtains, and went on being a mowing-machine, one that wanted oiling.
Mrs Mannering put her head in at the door. ‘Children! Don’t let Kiki make such a noise. I’m interviewing someone, and it’s very annoying.’
‘Who’s come for an interview?’ said Philip at once. ‘Mother! You haven’t gone and got a governess or something awful
to take us away for a change, have you? Is she here?’
‘Yes, she is,’ said Mrs Mannering. All the children groaned. ‘Well, dears, you know I can’t spare the time to take you myself,’ she went on. ‘I’ve taken on this new job, though, of course, if I’d known you were going to be measly for so long, and then be so peaky afterwards . . .’
‘We’re not peaky!’ said Philip indignantly. ‘What an awful word!’
‘Peaky Squeaky,’ said Kiki at once, and cackled with laughter. She loved putting the same-sounding words together. ‘Peaky Squeaky!’
‘Shut up, Kiki!’ called Jack, and threw a cushion at her. ‘Aunt Allie – we can quite well go away by ourselves. We’re old enough to look after ourselves perfectly.’
‘Jack, as soon as I let you out of my sight in the holidays, you plunge into the middle of the most hair-raising adventures,’ said Mrs Mannering. ‘I shan’t forget what happened in the last summer holidays – going off in the wrong aeroplane and being lost for ages in a strange valley.’
‘Oh, that was a marvellous adventure!’ cried Philip. ‘I wish we could have another. I’m fed up with being measly so long. Do, do let us go away by ourselves, Mother, there’s a darling!’
‘No,’ said his mother. ‘You’re going to a perfectly safe seaside spot with a perfectly safe governess for a perfectly safe holiday.’
‘Safe, safe, safe!’ shrieked Kiki. ‘Sound and safe, sound and safe!’
‘Other way round, Kiki,’ said Jack. Mrs Mannering put her fingers to her ears.
‘That bird! I suppose I’m tired with nursing you all, but honestly Kiki gets dreadfully on my nerves just now. I shall be glad when she’s gone with you.’
‘I bet no governess will like Kiki,’ said Jack. ‘Aunt Allie, have you told her about Kiki?’
‘Not yet,’ admitted Mrs Mannering. ‘But I suppose I’d better bring her in and introduce her to you all and to Kiki too.’
She went out. The children scowled at one another. ‘I knew it would happen. Instead of having fun at school we shall mope about with somebody we can’t bear,’ said Dinah gloomily. ‘Phil – can’t you do something with those awful rats of yours when she comes in? If she knew you were the kind of boy that likes mice and rats and beetles and hedgehogs living down his neck and in his pockets, she’d probably run for miles.’
‘Jolly good idea, Dinah!’ said everyone at once, and Philip beamed at her. ‘It’s not often you get a brainwave,’ he said, ‘but that’s one all right. Hey, Squeaker! Come along out. Woffles, where are you? Nosey, come out of my pocket!’
Dinah retreated to the furthest corner of the room, watching the young white rats in horror. However many had Philip got? She determined not to go near him if she could possibly help it.
‘I think Kiki might perform also,’ said Jack, grinning. ‘Kiki – puff-puff-puff!’
That was the signal for the parrot to do her famous imitation of a railway engine screeching in a tunnel. She opened her beak and swelled out her throat in delight. It wasn’t often that she was begged to make this fearful noise. Lucy-Ann put her hands to her ears.
The door opened and Mrs Mannering came in with a tall, rather stern-looking woman. It was quite plain that no adventure, nothing unusual, would ever be allowed to happen anywhere near Miss Lawson. ‘Perfectly safe’ was written all over her.
‘Children, this is Miss Lawson,’ began Mrs Mannering, and then her voice was drowned in Kiki’s railway-engine screech. It was an even better imitation than usual, and longer drawn-out. Kiki was really letting herself go.
Miss Lawson gave a gasp and took a step backwards. At first she did not see Kiki, but looked at the children, thinking that one of them must be making the terrible noise.
‘KIKI!’ thundered Mrs Mannering, really angry. ‘Children, how could you let her? I’m ashamed of you!’
Kiki stopped. She put her head on one side and looked cheekily at Miss Lawson. ‘Wipe your feet!’ she commanded. ‘Shut the door! Where’s your handkerchief? How many times have I told you to . . .’
‘Take Kiki out, Jack,’ said Mrs Mannering, red with annoyance. ‘I’m so sorry, Miss Lawson. Kiki belongs to Jack, and she isn’t usually so badly behaved.’
‘I see,’ said Miss Lawson, looking very doubtful. ‘I’m not very much used to parrots, Mrs Mannering. I suppose, of course, that this bird will not come away with us? I could not be responsible for pets of that kind – and I don’t think that a boarding-house . . .’
‘Well, we can discuss that later,’ said Mrs Mannering hastily. ‘Jack, did you hear what I said? Take Kiki out.’
‘Polly, put the kettle on,’ said Kiki to Miss Lawson, who took absolutely no notice at all. Kiki growled like a very fierce dog, and Miss Lawson looked startled. Jack caught the parrot, winked at the others and took Kiki out of the room.
‘What a pity, what a pity!’ mourned Kiki as the door shut behind them. Mrs Mannering gave a sigh of relief.
‘Jack and Lucy-Ann Trent are not my own children,’ she said to Miss Lawson. ‘Lucy-Ann, shake hands with Miss Lawson. Lucy-Ann and her brother are great friends of my own children, and they live with us, and all go off to boarding-school together,’ she explained.
Miss Lawson looked at the green-eyed, red-haired little girl and liked her. She was very like her brother, she thought. Then she looked at Philip and Dinah, each dark-eyed and dark-haired, with a queer tuft that stuck up in front. She would make them brush it down properly, thought Miss Lawson.
Dinah came forward politely and shook hands. She thought that Miss Lawson would be very proper, very strict and very dull – but oh, so safe!
Then Philip came forward, but before he could shake hands, he clutched at his neck. Then he clutched at one leg of his shorts. Then he clapped a hand over his middle. Miss Lawson stared at him in amazement.
‘Excuse me – it’s only my rats,’ explained Philip, and to Miss Lawson’s enormous horror she saw Squeaker running round his collar, Nosey making a lump here and there over his tummy, and Woffles coming out of his sleeve. Goodness, how many more had the awful boy got!
‘I’m sorry,’ said Miss Lawson faintly. ‘I’m very sorry – but I can’t take this post, Mrs Mannering. I really can’t.’
2
A glorious idea
After Miss Lawson had hurriedly said goodbye to Mrs Mannering, and the front door had shut after her, Mrs Mannering came back into the children’s playroom looking very cross.
‘That was too bad of you, really! I feel very annoyed and angry. How could you let Kiki behave like that, Jack! – and Philip, there was no need at all for you to make those rats all appear at once.’
‘But, Mother,’ argued Philip, ‘I can’t go away without my rats, so it was only fair to let Miss Lawson know what she was in for – I mean, I was really being very honest and . . .’
‘You were being most obstructive,’ said Mrs Mannering crossly. And you know you were. I consider you are all being really unhelpful. You know you can’t go back to school yet – you all look thin and pale, and you really must pick up first – and I’m doing my best to give you a good holiday in the care of somebody responsible.’
‘Sorry, Aunt Allie,’ said Jack, seeing that Mrs Mannering really was upset. ‘You see – it’s the kind of holiday we’d hate. We’re too big to be chivvied about by Miss Lawson. Now – if it was old Bill . . .’
Old Bill! Everyone brightened up at the thought of old Bill Smugs. His real name was Cunningham, but as he had introduced himself as Bill Smugs in their very first adventure, Bill Smugs he remained. What adventures they had had with him!
‘Golly, yes! – if we could go away with Bill,’ said Philip, rubbing Squeaker’s nose affectionately.
‘Yes – and dive into the middle of another dreadful adventure,’ said Mrs Mannering. ‘I know Bill!’
‘Oh no, Aunt Allie – it’s us children who have the adventures, and drag old Bill into them,’ said Jack. ‘Really it is. But we haven’t heard from Bill for ages a
nd ages.’
This was true. Bill seemed to have disappeared off the map. He hadn’t answered the children’s letters. Mrs Mannering hadn’t heard a word. He was not at his home and hadn’t been there for weeks.
But nobody worried much about him – Bill was always on secret and dangerous missions, and disappeared for weeks at a time. Still, this time he really had been gone for ages without a word to anyone. Never mind – he would suddenly turn up, ready for a holiday, grinning all over his cheerful ruddy face.
If only he would turn up now, this very afternoon! That would be grand. Nobody would mind missing the glorious summer term for a week or two if only they could go off with Bill.
But no Bill came – and something had to be decided about this holiday. Mrs Mannering looked at the mutinous children in despair.
‘I suppose,’ she said suddenly, ‘I suppose you wouldn’t like to go off to some place somewhere by the sea where you could study the wild sea-birds, and their nesting habits? I know Jack has always wanted to – but it has been impossible before, because you were all at school at the best time of year for it . . . and—’
‘Aunt Allie!’ yelled Jack, beside himself with joy. ‘That’s the most marvellous idea you’ve ever had in your life! Oh, I say . . .’
‘Yes, Mother – it’s gorgeous!’ agreed Philip, rapping on the table to emphasise his feelings. Kiki at once rapped with her beak too.
‘Come in,’ she ordered solemnly, but no one took any notice. This new idea was too thrilling.
Lucy-Ann always loved to be where her brother Jack was, so she beamed too, knowing how happy Jack would be among his beloved birds. Philip too, lover of animals and birds, could hardly believe that his mother had made such a wonderful suggestion.
Only Dinah looked blue. She was not fond of wild animals, and was really scared of most of them, though she was better than she had been. She liked birds but hadn’t the same interest in and love for them that the boys had. Still – to be all by themselves in some wild, lonely place by the sea – wearing old clothes – doing what they liked, picnicking every day – what joy! So Dinah began to smile too, and joined in the cheerful hullabaloo.