Blyton Enid the Naughtiest Girl 4a Here is the Naugtiest Girl 1952 Original

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ENID BLYTON’S OMNIBUS!

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Other Books by Enid Blyton BIRDS OK OUR GARDENS THE ANIMAL BOOK MR. GALLIANO'S CIRCUS HURRAH FOR THE CIRCUS I CIRCUS DAYS AGAIN COMIC TO THE CIRCUS ! THE ADVENTUROUS FOUR THE ADVENTUROUS FOUR AGAIN ! THE NAUGHTIEST GIRL IN THE SCHOOL ' THE NAUGHTIEST GIRL AGAIN THE NAUGHTIEST GIRL IS A MONITOR THE ENCHANTED WOOD THE MAGIC FARAWAY TREE THE FOLK OF THE FARAWAY TREE ADVENTURES OF THE WISHING-CHAIR THE WISHING-CHAIR AGAIN NAUGHTY AMELIA JANE AMELIA JANE AGAIN ! THE ADVENTURES OF BINKLE AND FLIP THE BOOK OF FAIRIES THE BOOK OF BROWNIES MISTER MEDDLE'S MISCHIEF MISTER MEDDLE'S MUDDLES THE ADVENTURES OF MR. PINK-WHISTLE MR. PINK-WHISTLE INTERFERES HELLO, MR. TWIDDLE ! DON'T BE SILLY, MR. TWIDDLE ! BIMBO AND TOPSY THE THREE GOLLIWOGS JOSIE, CLICK AND BUN AND THE LITTLE TREE HOUSE THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF JOSIE, CLICK AND BUN JOSIE, CLICK AND BUN AGAIN MORE ABOUT JOSIE, CLICK AND BUN WELCOME, JOSIE, CLICK AND BUN ! DAME SLAP AND HER SCHOOL BUMPY AND HIS BUS UP THE FARAWAY TREE

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Copyright All Rights Reserved

First published 1952

Printed in Great Britain by Wyman &• Sons Ltd. London, Reading and Fakenham

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PASSENGERS IN THE OMNIBUS

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JOURNEY I:

OFF WITH THE ADVENTUROUS FOUR AGAIN!

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JOURNEY II:

GOOD OLD WISHING-CHAIR !

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JOURNEY III:

A CIRCUS ADVENTURE.

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JOURNEY IV:

THE FARAWAY TREE

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JOURNEY V:

HERE'S THE NAUGHTIEST GIRL AGAIN!

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PASSENGERS IN THE OMNIBUS Off With the Adventurous Four Again! Illustrations: Jessie Land Story: Sunny Stories Nos.521 - 524 Nov 30, 1951 - Jan 11, 1952

Good Old Wishing-Chair! Illustrations: Hilda McGavin Story: Sunny Stories Nos.525 - 528 Jan 25 - Mar 7, 1952

A Circus Adventure {Galliano's Circus} Illustrations: E.H. Davie Story: Sunny Stories Nos.529 - 532 Mar 21 - May 2, 1952

The Faraway Tree Illustrations: Dorothy M. Wheeler Story: Sunny Stories Nos.533 - 536 May 16 - Jun 27, 1952

Here's the Naughtiest Girl Again! Illustrations: Bruno Kay Story: Sunny Stories Nos.537 - 541 Jun 11 - Sep 5, 1952

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OFF WITH THE ADVENTUROUS FOUR AGAIN! I. Which Island Shall We Choose ? II. "Hadn't We Better Look Out?" III. There's Something Very Peculiar! IV. Quite a Nice Little Outing, Wasn't It?

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CHAPTER I WHICH ISLAND SHALL WE CHOOSE? A FISHER-BOY stood by his red-sailed fishing boat. He screwed up his eyes in the sun, and watched a little house not far off. Would those three children never come ? He sat down on the edge of his fine little fishing-boat. It was called the Andy, and that was the boy's name, too. Andy was tall and brown and his eyes shone like the blue sea behind him. He drummed his bare heels impatiently on the side of the boat. Then he heard a yell and saw three children racing out of the little house he had been watching. " Here they are at last! " he said, and stood up, waving. Tom came first, a wiry boy of twelve, with flaming red hair. Then came the twins, his sisters Mary and Jill, their long golden plaits flying behind them. They flung themselves on Andy and almost" knocked him over. " Now, now," he said, fending them off. " You're late. I almost set off without you." " Sorry, Andy—but Mother made us finish some jobs," said Jill. " Anyway, we've got all the day, haven't we ? And it doesn't even matter what time we get back to-night because Mother's going to spend the night with a friend—and there's only deaf old Jeanie at home. She says she's not going to wait up for us! We can creep in any time we like. So hurrah for a day on the sea ! "

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" Got plenty of food, Andy ?" asked Tom anxiously. "Any sausages?" " Ay, there's a tin for you," said Andy, grinning. " What a one you are for sausages, Tom. Look down in the cabin and see if you think there's enough food to last you! " Tom squinted down into the tiny cabin. Yes, there seemed plenty to eat and drink. Good. " Help me up with the sail," called Andy. " There's a strong breeze this morning. We'll scud along at a fine pace." Once on the sea, the two boys put up the sail. Andy took the tiller. The wind filled the little red sail and the boat fled along like a live thing. ' This is what I like," said Jill, contentedly, letting her hand drag in the cool, clear water. " The look of the sea, the smell of the sea, and the feel of the sea. Lovely ! " " I think every single boy and girl ought to have a boat," announced Mary.A boat to row and to 17

sail. There's nothing like it! Oh, Andy—aren't you lucky to have a boat of your very own like this ? Ooooh—what a lot of spray ! I'm drenched ! " The boat had cut into a sudden wave and a shower of salty spray had fallen over the twins. They shook "their golden heads. " Lovely ! " said Mary-. " Do it again, Andy!" " Where are we going ? " asked Tom. " Have you made up your mind yet, Andy ? You said you'd take us to one of the little islands round about." , "I've not made up my mind!" said Andy, his brown hand on the tiller. " I thought maybe we'd just cruise round a few, and you could pick one you fancied. We could have a picnic there." ' One with birds, please," said Jill. " Yes. With tame birds," said Mary, " tame enough to let us go right up to them." Andy laughed. "Right! You can pick one. with tame birds then. But don't blame me if you get pecked." The boat sped on over the water. The sea was a cornflower blue in the distance, but round the boat it was a lovely emerald green, and it glittered as they cut through it. " The land is getting farther and farther away," said Jill. " It's almost as if the coast was going away from us, not us away from the coast! What a good thing there's a stiff breeze." " Yes. We'd be cooked if there wasn't," said Tom. " Andy, did you catch a lot of fish this week ? Was your father pleased ? " " He was fine and pleased," said Andy. " If he hadn't been I'd not have been given this day off. Like to take a turn at the tiller, Tom ? She's going beautifully this morning—seems as if she's enjoying the trip as much as we are ! " Jill patted the little boat. " Of course she's enjoying it," she said. " That's what's so nice about a boat.

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She comes alive on the sea, and enjoys everything, too. I'd like to be a boat and rush along like this, bouncing and bobbing over the waves." " Yes—and it must be nice at night to make your bed on the waters and hear the little plash-plash-plash against your sides," said Mary. " And lovely to feel your sail billow out and pull you along ! " The land was now so far away that it was impossible to see even the high church tower. The coast lay like a blue, undulating line on the horizon. The Andy had certainly gone at top speed with the wind !

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" Let's look out for the islands now," said Andy. " We'll be seeing them soon." " I suppose we'll be the only people on any of them," said Tom. "That's what I like. I don't like crowds. I like to be with a few people I like and go adventuring. That's the life for me ! " " Well, you seem to enjoy school all right," said Jill, lazily. " Whenever we come down for your Sports Day you're always right in the very middle of a yelling, pushing crowd of boys—I don't see you huddled away in a corner with just one or two." " Oh, well—school's different," said Tom. " It's nice being in a crowd then. Ah—I see the first island ! " Everyone looked where Tom pointed. It was so small and so far away that at first the girls couldn't see it, though Andy's sharp, long-sighted eyes had actually seen it even before Tom had. " Yes, that's an island," said Jill. " What sort is it, Andy?" " No good to us," said Andy. " Just a half-mile or so of bare rock. Even the birds don't like it much. The waves sweep it from end to end in a storm." " Golly ! I'd like to be on it in a storm, and feel the waves sweeping round my feet," said Tom. " You wouldn't! They'd sweep round your neck ! " said Andy, drily. " Look—we're coming near it now. It's not much of an island." The Andy swooped nearer. " No," said Tom, " it's a poor sort of island—all sea weedy. I can't see even a bird. We pass this one by ! On, Andy, on ! " They left the rocky little island behind, and another one loomed up, with yet another to the right. " This is fun," said Jill, standing up and taking hold of the mast. " Andy, do you know every one of these little islands scattered on the sea here? " 20

" Oh no," said Andy. " There are too many— about fifty or sixty, I should think. All too small or too bleak to live on, besides being too far from the mainland for comfort. I know some of them and I've landed on a good few. Now, you watch carefully as we cruise by and see if there's one to your liking— tame birds and all! " They sailed by island after island. Some were flattish, some had towering rocks, some were bare and some were covered with wiry grass and pink sea-thrift. Most of them were very small and some were joined to each other by long ridges of rock. " There's one with birds! " cried Jill, pointing. " Look ! And it seems a nice kind of island, with plenty of grass and cushions of thrift. Sail round it, Andy." Andy took the tiller from Tom and the boat made a tour round the little island. At one part Andy thought he wouldn't get round, because a ridge of rock ran right out on to the next island. But his sharp eyes caught sight of a little channel where the rocky ridge appeared to break or dip down. He cautiously sailed the Andy up and peered down. The water was deep and clear—so on went the Andy through the narrow little channel between the rocky ridges. "Well—I think this is the island for us," said Tom. " It looks well-grown with grass, and there are plenty of birds about—especially on that high cliff on the west side of the island. Let's land here, Andy." Andy looked about for a cove to send the boat into. He saw exactly what he wanted—a sloping". sandy cove where waves ran up and back. He waited for a big wave and then rode in on it. He leapt out as the wave ran back, and held the boat. He flung the rope round a convenient rock.

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They all sprang out. The wet sand felt cool to their hot feet. They pulled the boat up a little way, but she was too heavy to pull up far. "Now—shall we explore first—or watch the birds —of have a meal ? " said Jill. " I bet I know what Tom will say. He'll want his sausages ! That means we'll have to make a fire to cook them." " No," said Tom. " It's too hot for sausages. We'll open a tin of ham and have it with the new bread Jeanie gave us. Andy, let's get out enough food and carry it with us now, and go to find a good place to have it in." They chose out the food they wanted—a tin of ham, the bread, two crisp lettuces in a wet cloth, a bag of red tomatoes, and a basket of ripe plums. " That's what I call a jolly nice meal," said Tom, pleased. " What about the drinks ? I Could drink a bathful of lemonade!" " Well, find the bath first," said Jill. " I've got

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the drinks—a bottle of orangeade and a bottle of water to go with it. Or perhaps I'd better bring two bottles of water—if you're all as thirsty as I am you'll need them ! " They set off, carrying the food. Tom suddenly stopped. " Blow ! We've left behind the tin-opener as usual. Why do we always forget it ? " " I've got it," said Andy. " Come on. What about going up to the top of that cliff there ? There are plenty of birds on the rocky ledges to watch. We'll get a fine breeze there, too." " And a wonderful view ! " said Jill. " And cushions of pink thrift to sit on ! " said Mary. " It's so nice of it to grow in tufts like this. I like the little pink flowers, too. I say—isn't the sea blue ! " It certainly was—and when they were all sitting on cushions of thrift, high up on the cliff, it seemed unbelievably blue. The breeze blew strongly and kept them nice and cool. " This is fine," said Tom, opening the tin of ham. " Nobody near us for miles and miles and miles. No trippers. .No horrible litter. Just us and the birds and the sea."