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Authors: Enid Blyton
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George's mother.
'Joanna says he ate such an enormous meal in the kitchen that she is sure he will be sick.'
'Oh no, Mother!' said George, at once. 'Make Tim sleep downstairs on Christmas night? Whatever would he think?'
'Oh, very well,' said her mother, with a laugh. 'I might have known it was useless to suggest it. Now go to sleep quickly, Anne and George - it's late and you are all tired.'
She went into the boys' room and said good night to them too. They were almost asleep.
Two hours later everyone else was in bed. The house was still and dark. George and Anne slept peacefully in their small beds. Timothy slept too, lying heavily on George's feet.
Suddenly George awoke with a jump. Tim was growling softly! He had raised his big shaggy head and George knew that he was listening.
'What is it, Tim ?' she whispered. Anne did not wake. Tim went on growling softly.
George sat up and put her hand on his collar to stop him. She knew that if he awoke her father, he would be cross.
Timothy stopped growling now that he had roused George. The girl sat and wondered what to do. It wasn't any good waking Annfm The little girl would be frightened. Why was Tint growling ? He never did that at night!
'Perhaps I'd better go and see if everything is all right,' thought Gpnrgf^ She was quite fearless, and the thought pf creeping through the still, dark house did not disturb her at all. Besides she had Tim! Who could be afraid with Tim beside them!
She slipped on her dressing-gown. 'Perhaps a log has fallen out of one of the fireplaces and a rug is burning,' she thought, sniffing as she went down the stairs. Tt would be just like Tim to smell it and warn us!'
With her hand on Tim's head to warn him to be quite quiet, George crept softly through the hall to the sitting-room. The fire was quite all right there, just a red glow. In the kitchen all was peace too. Tim's feet made a noise there, as his claws rattled against the linoleum.
A slight sound came from the other side of the house. Tim growled quite loudly, and the hairs on the back of his neck rose up. George stood still. Could it possibly be burglars?
Suddenly Timothy shook himself free from her fingers and kapt across the hall, down a passage, and into the
study beyond! There was the sound of an exclamation, and a noise as if someone was falling over.
'It is a burglar!' said George, and she ran to the study. She saw a torch shining on the floor, dropped by someone who was even now struggling with Tim.
George switched on the light, and then looked with the greatest astonishment into the study. Mr. Roland was there in his dressing-gown, rolling on the floor, trying to get away from Timothy, who, although not biting him, was holding him firmly by his dressing-gown.
'Oh - it's you, George! Call your beastly dog off!' said Mr. Roland, in a low and angry voice. 'Do you want to rouse all the household ?'
'Why are you creeping about with a torch ?' demanded George.
'I heard a noise down here, and came to see what it was,' said Mr. Roland, sitting up and trying to fend off the angry dog. 'For goodness' sake, call your beast off.'
'Why didn't you put on the light ?' asked George, not attempting to take Tim away.
She was very much enjoying the sight of an angry and frightened Mr. Roland.
'I couldn't find it,' said the tutor. 'It's on the wrong side of the door, as you see.'
This was true. The switch was an awkward one to find if you didn't know it. Mr.
Roland tried to push Tim away again, and the dog suddenly barked.
'Well - he'll wake everyone!' said the tutor, angrily. 'I didn't want to rouse the house.
I thought I could find out for myself if there was anyone about - a burglar perhaps.
Here comes your father!'
George's father appeared, carrying a large poker. He stood still in astonishment when he saw Mr. Roland on the ground and Timothy standing over him.
'What's all this?' he exclaimed. Mr. Roland tried to get up, but Tim would not let him.
George's father called
'Joanna says he ate such an enormous meal in the kitchen that she is sure he will be sick.'
'Oh no, Mother!' said George, at once. 'Make Tim sleep downstairs on Christmas night? Whatever would he think?'
'Oh, very well,' said her mother, with a laugh. 'I might have known it was useless to suggest it. Now go to sleep quickly, Anne and George - it's late and you are all tired.'
She went into the boys' room and said good night to them too. They were almost asleep.
Two hours later everyone else was in bed. The house was still and dark. George and Anne slept peacefully in their small beds. Timothy slept too, lying heavily on George's feet.
Suddenly George awoke with a jump. Tim was growling softly! He had raised his big shaggy head and George knew that he was listening.
'What is it, Tim ?' she whispered. Anne did not wake. Tim went on growling softly.
George sat up and put her hand on his collar to stop him. She knew that if he awoke her father, he would be cross.
Timothy stopped growling now that he had roused George. The girl sat and wondered what to do. It wasn't any good waking Annfm The little girl would be frightened. Why was Tint growling ? He never did that at night!
'Perhaps I'd better go and see if everything is all right,' thought Gpnrgf^ She was quite fearless, and the thought pf creeping through the still, dark house did not disturb her at all. Besides she had Tim! Who could be afraid with Tim beside them!
She slipped on her dressing-gown. 'Perhaps a log has fallen out of one of the fireplaces and a rug is burning,' she thought, sniffing as she went down the stairs. Tt would be just like Tim to smell it and warn us!'
With her hand on Tim's head to warn him to be quite quiet, George crept softly through the hall to the sitting-room. The fire was quite all right there, just a red glow. In the kitchen all was peace too. Tim's feet made a noise there, as his claws rattled against the linoleum.
A slight sound came from the other side of the house. Tim growled quite loudly, and the hairs on the back of his neck rose up. George stood still. Could it possibly be burglars?
Suddenly Timothy shook himself free from her fingers and kapt across the hall, down a passage, and into the
study beyond! There was the sound of an exclamation, and a noise as if someone was falling over.
'It is a burglar!' said George, and she ran to the study. She saw a torch shining on the floor, dropped by someone who was even now struggling with Tim.
George switched on the light, and then looked with the greatest astonishment into the study. Mr. Roland was there in his dressing-gown, rolling on the floor, trying to get away from Timothy, who, although not biting him, was holding him firmly by his dressing-gown.
'Oh - it's you, George! Call your beastly dog off!' said Mr. Roland, in a low and angry voice. 'Do you want to rouse all the household ?'
'Why are you creeping about with a torch ?' demanded George.
'I heard a noise down here, and came to see what it was,' said Mr. Roland, sitting up and trying to fend off the angry dog. 'For goodness' sake, call your beast off.'
'Why didn't you put on the light ?' asked George, not attempting to take Tim away.
She was very much enjoying the sight of an angry and frightened Mr. Roland.
'I couldn't find it,' said the tutor. 'It's on the wrong side of the door, as you see.'
This was true. The switch was an awkward one to find if you didn't know it. Mr.
Roland tried to push Tim away again, and the dog suddenly barked.
'Well - he'll wake everyone!' said the tutor, angrily. 'I didn't want to rouse the house.
I thought I could find out for myself if there was anyone about - a burglar perhaps.
Here comes your father!'
George's father appeared, carrying a large poker. He stood still in astonishment when he saw Mr. Roland on the ground and Timothy standing over him.
'What's all this?' he exclaimed. Mr. Roland tried to get up, but Tim would not let him.
George's father called
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