having another dog in the house. He would probably growl and snarl to such a degree that Berta would be forced to send her dog away.
„And a good thing too," murmured George, as Timmy licked her fingers lovingly. „You don"t want another girl in the house or another dog either, do you Timmy? Especial y a girl like that!"
Aunt Fanny saw to Berta"s dog, and put her safely into Timmy"s kennel outside. It had a little door to it, which could be shut, so the dog was safe there, and would not be able to run out.
She went back into the house, cleared up Berta"s belongings a little, for they had been thrown higgledy-piggledy into the room, and then turned out the light.
She went upstairs to bed. Her husband had slept soundly all through Berta"s late arrival. He had been very sure that he would wake up and welcome the girl as well as his wife, but he hadn"t even stirred!
Aunt Fanny was glad. It was much easier for her to deal with a seasick, frightened girl by herself. She climbed thankful y into bed and lay down with a sigh.
„Oh dear - I don"t look forward to the morning! What wil happen then, with George in this mood, and two dogs to sort out? Berta seems a nice little thing. Well - perhaps they wil al get on better than I think!"
Yes - things wouldn"t be too easy in the morning. That was quite certain!
Chapter Five
IN THE MORNING
George was the first to wake up in the morning. She at once remembered the events of the night before and looked across at Berta in the camp-bed. The girl was asleep, her wavy golden hair spread over the pil ow. George leaned across Anne"s bed and gave her a sharp nudge.
Anne woke up at once and gazed sleepily at George. „What"s the matter, George? Is it time to get up?"
„Look over there," whispered George, nodding her head towards Berta. Anne turned over and looked. Unlike George she liked the look of Berta. Her sleeping face was pleasant and open, and her mouth turned up, not down. Anne couldn"t bear people whose mouths turned down.
„She looks al right," whispered back Anne. George frowned.
„She howled like anything when she came," she told Anne. „She"s a real baby. And she"s brought a dog!"
„Goodness - Timmy won"t like that," said Anne, startled. „Where is it?"
„Down in Timmy"s kennel," said George, stil whispering. „I haven"t seen it. It was in a closed basket last night and I didn"t dare open it in case it tore upstairs and had a row with Tim.
But it can"t be very big. I expect it"s a horrible Peke, or some sil y little lap-dog."
„Pekes aren"t horrible," said Anne. „They may be smal and have funny little pug-noses, but they"re awful y brave. Fancy having another dog! I can"t think what Timmy wil say!"
„It"s a pity Berta isn"t our kind," said George. „Look at her pale face - not a scrap of sun-tan! And she looks weedy, doesn"t she? I"m sure she couldn"t climb a tree, or row a boat, or..."
„Sh! She"s waking up," said Anne warningly.
Berta yawned and stretched herself. Then she opened her eyes and looked round. At first she had no idea where she was, and then she suddenly remembered. She sat up.
„Hal o!" said Anne, and smiled at her. „You weren"t here when I came to bed last night. I was surprised to see you this morning."
Berta took an immediate liking to Anne. „She"s got kind eyes," she thought. „She"s not like the other girl. I like this one!"
She smiled back at Anne. „Yes - I came in the middle of the night," she said. „I came by motor-boat, and the sea was so bumpy that I was frightful y sick. My father didn"t come with me but a friend of his did, and he carried me from the boat to Kirrin Cottage. Even my legs felt sea-sick!"
„Bad luck!" said Anne. „You didn"t real y enjoy the adventure then!"
„No. I can do without adventures!" said Berta. „I"m not keen on them. Especial y when Pops gets al excited and worried about me - he fusses round me like a hen, dear old Pops. I shall hate being away from him."
George was listening