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and her glasses were falling off her nose. She was not in a good mood.
    â€œHow on earth,” she snapped, “did Sir Horace get in here ?”
    â€œAraminta made him get in,” said Wanda. “He didn’t want to.”
    â€œI did not,” I said. “And yes he did . So there.”
    Wanda snorted in what she thought was a disdainful way but that only made her sound like a pig. You may wonder why Sir Horace did not say anything, but that was because due to Brenda’s driving, his head had fallen off.
    I fished his head out from underneath the beach umbrella and put it back on for him. I am quite good at putting Sir Horace’s head onnow; if you get it right it goes back with a little click. I listened for the click but nothing happened, so I just squashed it down a bit more and tightened up the bolts on his shoulders.
    â€œBetter now?” I asked him.
    Sir Horace groaned. “No,” he said. “Headache.”
    â€œLet me do it,” said Wanda, pushing in. Without even asking, she pulled Sir Horace’s head off—which is very rude, as you should always ask someone first before you pull their head off. Then she put his head back and it went on with a little click. Huh.
    â€œBetter now?” asked Miss Smugpants.
    â€œPerfect,” said Sir Horace.
    â€œSir Horace will have to stay here,” Aunt Tabby said, as she pulled out all the beachclutter from the back of the van. “He can’t come to the beach.”
    â€œI have no desire whatsoever to venture onto the sands, Tabitha,” boomed Sir Horace. “Rust is a terrible thing.”

    Aunt Tabby loaded Brenda and Wanda up with all the stuff and watched them stagger off to the beach. Then she slammed the van door shut. Sir Horace peered out of the window—how was he going to get out of the van now?
    â€œCome on, Araminta,” said Aunt Tabby briskly. “Leave Sir Horace in peace.” She set off across the parking lot. “Come on , Araminta!”
    I slowly followed Aunt Tabby, and when she had climbed down the steps onto the beach and taken her shoes off I suddenly said, “Oh shoot! I forgot my hanky, Aunt Tabby. I shall have to go back to the van and get it.”
    â€œNo need, I’ve got some tissues,” she said.
    â€œBut it’s my special hanky,” I said.
    â€œWhat special hanky?” asked Aunt Tabbysuspiciously. “You don’t have a special hanky, Araminta.”
    â€œI do. It’s so special that you don’t know about it.”
    Aunt Tabby sighed. “Well, hurry up then. And come straight over to the umbrella.” She pointed to a large striped umbrella near the water, which seemed to have eaten Brenda and Wanda except for their legs.
    I rushed back to the van and pulled open the doors. I don’t think Sir Horace was that pleased to see me. In fact I think he was asleep.
    â€œCome on, Sir Horace,” I said. “I need your help. Remember?”
    â€œOh. Ah.” Sir Horace groaned. He heaved himself out of the van and very carefully stood up. As he did I heard something rattleinside him, all the way down from his head to his foot.
    â€œDo you want me to get that out for you?” I asked Sir Horace.
    â€œGet what out, Miss Spookie?”
    â€œThat rattly thing.”
    Sir Horace shook his right foot and it clattered like an old tin can tied to the back of a bike. “No thank you, Miss Spookie,” he said. “I shall be needing it.”
    I didn’t get to ask him what it was, as a few little kids who had just got out of a car nearby had gathered around, staring and pointing, so I had to make my gibbering monster face at them. They ran off screaming.
    Morris’s Water Wonderland was not far from the beach. You just had to walk down a small sandy lane, but it was a long way for anold ghost in battered armor who was making an awful rattling noise. I wanted to make sure the old ghost got there all right,