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Authors: Enid Blyton
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you’re very nice.”
Elizabeth slipped back to her own bed, her heart feeling warm and glad. It was good to have a friend. It was lovely to be thought very nice. No boy or girl had ever said that of Elizabeth before.
“I won’t let the others laugh at Joan!” thought Elizabeth fiercely. “She’s my friend now! I shall look after her she’s just like a timid mouse.”
To the astonishment of everyone the two girls soon became fast friends. They went down to the village together. Joan spent some of her two shillings on sweets, which she shared with Elizabeth. Elizabeth helped Joan with her sums during preparation in the afternoon, for Joan was bad at arithmetic and Elizabeth was quick.
Joan asked Elizabeth many questions about her father and mother. She was never tired of hearing how wonderful they were, and the presents they gave Elizabeth, and the fuss they made of her.
“What are they like to look at?” asked Joan.
“I could show you their photographs, but Nora locked them up her box, by the window,” said Elizabeth.
“Well, fancy letting them stay there, when all you’ve got to do is to say you’re sorry and that you know how to count,” said Joan, remembering what had happened. “Goodness-I wouldn’t let my mother’s picture stay in that dirty old box!”
“I shan’t apologize to Nora,” said Elizabeth sulkily. “I don’t like her interfering creature.”
“She’s not,” said Joan. “She’s a good sort. Sometimes I think you are an awful baby, Elizabeth. Only a baby would talk like that.”
“Oh, so you think I’m a baby, do you?” cried Elizabeth, flaring up in a rage, and tossing her curls over her shoulder. “Well, I’ll just show you!”
Nora was coming into the bedroom at that very moment. She was astonished to find Elizabeth flinging herself almost on top of her, shouting loudly: “Nora! I’m sorry about those things you put in the box. I know how to count and I’ll show you I can put six things on my chest-of-drawers.”
“Good gracious! Don’t deafen me,” said Nora. “All right-you can have them back.”
Nora unlocked the box, took out all Elizabeth’s things, and gave them to her.
“You’re an awful goose, you know,” she said, half-scolding, half-kindly. She had been pleased to see that Elizabeth had really tried to make friends with someone at last.
Elizabeth proudly put her photographs on her chest, and showed them to Joan. The bell went for tea and they had to go downstairs before Elizabeth had finished saying all she wanted to. As they passed the hail letter-rack, Elizabeth glanced up to see if there were any letters for her.
“Goody! A letter from Mother and one from Daddy too and this looks like one from Granny!” said Elizabeth. She took them down. Joan had no letters at all.
“Hallo, Joan! Still glooming over the letter-rack as usual!” called Helen’s voice, “I’m sure I don’t know what you’d do if ever you did find a letter there one day! Jump through the roof, I should think!”
Joan went red and turned away. Elizabeth saw that she was hurt, and she jumped round on Helen.
“I suppose you think you’re funny!” she shouted.
“Well, perhaps you’d like to know that Joan had four letters and a card this morning, and she didn’t jump through the roof, she’s not quite such a cuckoo as you are!”
Helen was so astonished to hear Elizabeth sticking up for anyone that she couldn’t say a word. Elizabeth made a rude face at her, tucked her arm through Joan’s, and walked off with her.
Joan turned to Elizabeth, “What an awful story you told!” she said. “I didn’t have any letters today, and you know I didn’t.”
“Yes, I know,” said Elizabeth, “It was a story but I really couldn’t help it, Joan. You looked like a timid mouse that’s been clawed at by a cat, and I felt like a dog that wanted to bark something horrid at the cat!”
Joan threw back her head and laughed.
“You do say the funniest things,
Elizabeth slipped back to her own bed, her heart feeling warm and glad. It was good to have a friend. It was lovely to be thought very nice. No boy or girl had ever said that of Elizabeth before.
“I won’t let the others laugh at Joan!” thought Elizabeth fiercely. “She’s my friend now! I shall look after her she’s just like a timid mouse.”
To the astonishment of everyone the two girls soon became fast friends. They went down to the village together. Joan spent some of her two shillings on sweets, which she shared with Elizabeth. Elizabeth helped Joan with her sums during preparation in the afternoon, for Joan was bad at arithmetic and Elizabeth was quick.
Joan asked Elizabeth many questions about her father and mother. She was never tired of hearing how wonderful they were, and the presents they gave Elizabeth, and the fuss they made of her.
“What are they like to look at?” asked Joan.
“I could show you their photographs, but Nora locked them up her box, by the window,” said Elizabeth.
“Well, fancy letting them stay there, when all you’ve got to do is to say you’re sorry and that you know how to count,” said Joan, remembering what had happened. “Goodness-I wouldn’t let my mother’s picture stay in that dirty old box!”
“I shan’t apologize to Nora,” said Elizabeth sulkily. “I don’t like her interfering creature.”
“She’s not,” said Joan. “She’s a good sort. Sometimes I think you are an awful baby, Elizabeth. Only a baby would talk like that.”
“Oh, so you think I’m a baby, do you?” cried Elizabeth, flaring up in a rage, and tossing her curls over her shoulder. “Well, I’ll just show you!”
Nora was coming into the bedroom at that very moment. She was astonished to find Elizabeth flinging herself almost on top of her, shouting loudly: “Nora! I’m sorry about those things you put in the box. I know how to count and I’ll show you I can put six things on my chest-of-drawers.”
“Good gracious! Don’t deafen me,” said Nora. “All right-you can have them back.”
Nora unlocked the box, took out all Elizabeth’s things, and gave them to her.
“You’re an awful goose, you know,” she said, half-scolding, half-kindly. She had been pleased to see that Elizabeth had really tried to make friends with someone at last.
Elizabeth proudly put her photographs on her chest, and showed them to Joan. The bell went for tea and they had to go downstairs before Elizabeth had finished saying all she wanted to. As they passed the hail letter-rack, Elizabeth glanced up to see if there were any letters for her.
“Goody! A letter from Mother and one from Daddy too and this looks like one from Granny!” said Elizabeth. She took them down. Joan had no letters at all.
“Hallo, Joan! Still glooming over the letter-rack as usual!” called Helen’s voice, “I’m sure I don’t know what you’d do if ever you did find a letter there one day! Jump through the roof, I should think!”
Joan went red and turned away. Elizabeth saw that she was hurt, and she jumped round on Helen.
“I suppose you think you’re funny!” she shouted.
“Well, perhaps you’d like to know that Joan had four letters and a card this morning, and she didn’t jump through the roof, she’s not quite such a cuckoo as you are!”
Helen was so astonished to hear Elizabeth sticking up for anyone that she couldn’t say a word. Elizabeth made a rude face at her, tucked her arm through Joan’s, and walked off with her.
Joan turned to Elizabeth, “What an awful story you told!” she said. “I didn’t have any letters today, and you know I didn’t.”
“Yes, I know,” said Elizabeth, “It was a story but I really couldn’t help it, Joan. You looked like a timid mouse that’s been clawed at by a cat, and I felt like a dog that wanted to bark something horrid at the cat!”
Joan threw back her head and laughed.
“You do say the funniest things,
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