wall into Jimmyâs boat.
Eve and the twins found Jimmyâs small room coldand damp. A hole in the rafters had grown larger and the permanent pail on the floor beneath was overflowing. The surrounding boards were wet, as was the blanket on top of the bed. The only thing that seemed dry was a chest in the corner, hiding the neglected, exposed brickwork.
âLift the sash with me boys.â They all pushed up the wooden frame of the window. It was stiff, swollen by the rain.
Outside in the yard the water resembled a brown sea with odd looking icebergs. Buckets, boxes, bales of straw, barrels and papers bobbed up and down. There was even a dead chicken which gave Eve the shivers but fascinated the twins. She tried not to look at it.
The boat came slowly into view. Jimmy almost lost an oar, but then caught it.
âIâll tie me bit of rope to the top of the wall,â he shouted, pushing back his spiky brown hair from his face as the boat rocked dangerously. In his belted donkey jacket and trousers encircled at the ankles he looked not much older than the twins.
âDo you think itâs safe on the lav roof?â Eve called.
âI slid down it lots of times,â said Samuel. âItâs easy.â
âMe too,â agreed Albert. âWe jump all the lav roofs to climb up to the shipsâ bowsprits.â
âI hope the neighbours donât catch you,â said Eve worriedly, ââspecially Mr Petrovsky. Heâs not keen onlittle boys ever since they broke his window playing football.â
âIt wasnât us.â Samuel grinned at his brother. âAnd we wasnât even playing football.â
âLook, Jimmyâs climbing up.â Samuel pointed to the small, agile figure of Jimmy Jones balancing his way along the top of the wall.
ââEllo mateys, Jimmy at your service.â He shinned up the roof like a monkey.
âWe thought rescue would never come!â Eve exclaimed. âWhatâs happening? Is all London flooded?â
âYeah,â nodded Jimmy, his big eyes wide. âThe Chelsea Embankmentâs collapsed and even the House of Commons is under water. Not to mention the Underground and the Blackwall and Rotherhithe tunnels. Someone said the moat at the Tower has filled up and thatâs been empty for nearly an âundred years.â
âWhat about the Higgins?â asked Eve. âAnd Mr Petrovsky?â
âThe Higgins are away. And the old boy at number seven wasnât touched as heâs higher up. When I row you back to Westferry Road, the Sally Army are waiting to take you to the nearest church hall with hot food and beds for the night.â
âThank the Lord for that,â sighed Eve.
âWhatâs going on?â Peg shuffled her way towards them.
âJimmyâs rescuing us,â shouted the boys. âThen weâre going for a dinner up the Sally Army.â
âCan you take us all?â asked Eve, doubtful that the small craft could fit in all four.
âYeah, dead easy,â Jimmy assured them. âIâm a first class rower.â
But Eve wasnât so certain. Jimmy might be able to ride a bicycle like the wind, but he hadnât seemed proficient with the oars. What would happen if the boat capsized?
Chapter Three
A fter some debate, they decided the two boys should go first. Jimmy held the boat steady with the rope as, clad in caps, scarves and raincoats, they slipped down the closet roof to the yard wall. A gust of wind made the little boat sway and Eve held her breath as she watched Jimmy help first Albert and then Samuel aboard.
âIâll be back before you can blink,â Jimmy called as he untied.
âYou keep my babies safe, or else, Jimmy Jones!â Eve wagged her finger as she watched her boys being rowed away, her emotions torn. She prayed the boat wouldnât sink. It didnât look safe and the rain had started again and was falling