Enid Blyton - The Adventurous Four Again, Volume 2
CHAPTER 1. Back with Andy Again. THREE very excited children bumped along a rough country lane in a farmer's cart. The Scottish carter sat in front, saving nothing, but listening with a little smile to the children's happy voices. "We shall see Andy again soon! We haven't seen him since our exciting adventures last summer!" said Tom, a red-haired boy of twelve. "It was bad luck getting measles in the Christmas hols, so that we couldn't come up here and stay in our little cottage," said Jill. She and her sister Mary were twins, and were very like each other. They each had long golden plaits and blue eyes, and were younger than Tom. Tom spoke to the carter. "Jock! Did you hear about our adventures last year?" he asked. Jock nodded his head. He hardly ever said a word. The children, with their friend Andy, had indeed had some thrilling adventures. They had gone out in Andy's father's fishing-boat one day, and had been caught by a storm. They had been swept miles out of their course on to a lonely island—and had found a nest of enemy submarines in the waters there, hiding to pounce on any ships that came within their reach. "And poor Andy lost his father's boat," said Jill, remembering how afraid Andy had been of what his father might say about the lost boat. "But it didn't matter—because Andy was given a much, much better boat!" said Mary. "And it was called Andy—do you remember, it had his name painted on it? Wasn't Andy pleased?" The fisher-boy had been more than pleased. He had been filled with the greatest delight. The new fishing boat was a magnificent one, with a lovely red sail. Andy's father had been overjoyed too, for a fishingboat meant his livelihood to him. Catching fish and selling them was his work and Andy's—and now they had one of the finest boats on the coast... **
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Enid Blyton - The Adventurous Four Again, Volume 2
CHAPTER 1.
Back with Andy Again.
THREE very excited children bumped along a rough country lane in a farmer's cart. The Scottish carter
sat in front, saving nothing, but listening with a little smile to the children's happy voices.
"We shall see Andy again soon! We haven't seen him since our exciting adventures last summer!" said
Tom, a red-haired boy of twelve.
"It was bad luck getting measles in the Christmas hols, so that we couldn't come up here and stay in our
little cottage," said Jill. She and her sister Mary were twins, and were very like each other. They each
had long golden plaits and blue eyes, and were younger than Tom.
Tom spoke to the carter. "Jock! Did you hear about our adventures last year?" he asked.
Jock nodded his head. He hardly ever said a word.
The children, with their friend Andy, had indeed had some thrilling adventures. They had gone out in
Andy's father's fishing-boat one day, and had been caught by a storm. They had been swept miles out of
their course on to a lonely island—and had found a nest of enemy submarines in the waters there, hiding
to pounce on any ships that came within their reach.
"And poor Andy lost his father's boat," said Jill, remembering how afraid Andy had been of what his
father might say about the lost boat.
"But it didn't matter—because Andy was given a much, much better boat!" said Mary. "And it was
called Andy—do you remember, it had his name painted on it? Wasn't Andy pleased?"
The fisher-boy had been more than pleased. He had been filled with the greatest delight. The new fishing
boat was a magnificent one, with a lovely red sail. Andy's father had been overjoyed too, for a fishingboat
meant his livelihood to him. Catching fish and selling them was his work and Andy's—and now
they had one of the finest boats on the coast... **