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‘But - surely he didn’t give it to you, did he?’ said Julian, disbelievingly.
‘Yes, he did. Why shouldn’t he, if I wanted it badly?’ demanded Tinker. ‘He didn’t want it any more, and nobody would buy it - and I wanted it terribly, so he gave it to me on my last birthday. And it’s mine, I tell you.’
‘Well, I’m blessed!’ said Julian. ‘Here’s old George owning an island given to her by her mother - and Tinker owning a light-house given to him by his father! I wish my parents would present me with a volcano, or something really thrilling!’
George’s eyes shone as she looked at the surprising Tinker. ‘A light-house - of your very own! Where is it?’
‘About ten miles along this coast to the west,’ said Tinker. ‘It’s not an awfully big one, you know - but it’s smashing! The old lamp is still there, but it’s not used now.’
‘Why not?’ asked Dick.
‘Well, because a big new light-house was built farther along the coast, in a better position for warning ships,’ explained Tinker. ‘That’s how it was this old one was put up for sale. It was fine for my father to work in. Nobody ever disturbed him there - though he did get very angry with the sea-gulls sometimes. He said they mewed like great cats all the time, and made him feel he ought to put out milk for them.’
This made everyone burst into loud laughter, and Tinker sat beaming round proudly. How clever he must be to make these children laugh like that - yes, and even Joan and Mrs Kirrin too! He broke into their laughter by banging on the table.
‘You do believe me now, don’t you?’ he said. ‘It’s quite true that the light-house is mine. You ask my father. Do let’s all go and stay in it till our two fathers have finished their work. We could take Timmy and Mischief too - there’s plenty of room.’
This proposal was so astonishing that no one answered for a few moments. Then George gave him a friendly dig in the chest.
‘I’ll come! Fancy living in a light-house! I bet the girls at school won’t believe that!’
‘Aunt Fanny! May we go?’ said Anne, her eyes shining too.
‘Well - I don’t know,’ said her aunt. ‘It really is a most extraordinary idea. I shall have to discuss it with your uncle, and with Tinker’s father too.’
‘My father will say yes, I know he will!’ said Tinker. ‘We left some stores there - and some blankets - I say, wouldn’t it be grand to run a light-house ourselves!’
The idea certainly appealed to all the Five - even Timmy thumped his tail on the floor as if he had understood every word. He probably had - he never missed anything that was going on!
‘I’ve a map that shows where my light-house is,’ said Tinker, scrabbling in one of his pockets. ‘It’s rather crumpled and dirty because I’ve looked at it so often. Look - here’s a map of the coastline - and just there - built on rocks is my light-house. It’s marked by a round dot, look!’
Everyone pored over the grubby map. Nobody had the least doubt but that this was the answer to all their problems! Dick stared at the excited Tinker. How lucky he was to own a light-house! Dick had never before met a light-house owner - and to think it should be this funny little Tinker!
‘The rocks that the light-house is built on used to wreck many ships,’ said Tinker. ‘Wreckers used to work along that coast, you know - they would shine a light as if to guide ships along the coast, and make them go on the rocks. Crash! They’d be broken to pieces, and everyone drowned - and the wreckers would wait till the ship was washed up on the shore, and then take everything they could from her.’
‘The wicked wretches!’ said Dick, horrified.
‘There’s a Wreckers’ Cave there, too, where the wreckers stored the things they stole from the wrecked ships,’ said Tinker. ‘I haven’t been very far into it - I’m too scared to. They do say there’s an old wrecker or two there still.’
‘Oh nonsense!’ said Mrs Kirrin, laughing. ‘That’s probably just a tale to keep children away from dangerous caves and rocks. Well, dears - I really don’t see any reason why you shouldn’t go to Tinker’s lighthouse, if his father agrees.’
‘Mother! THANK YOU!’ cried George and gave her mother a hug that made her gasp. ‘I sap - living in an old light-house - it’s too good to be true! I shall take my binoculars and keep watch for ships!’
‘Well, Julian had better take his record-player as well,’ said Mrs Kirrin. ‘If it’s stormy weather, it may be a bit duller than you think, mewed up in a lonely lighthouse!’
‘It will be MARVELLOUS!’ cried Tinker, and he suddenly became a racing-car, tearing round the room at top speed, making a most extraordinary noise. Timmy barked and Mischief began to chatter loudly.
‘Sh!’ said Mrs Kirrin. ‘You’ll make your father cross, Tinker, and that will be the end of your fine idea. Switch your engine off, please, and sit down quietly! I’ll talk to your father as soon as I can!’


Chapter Five

TINKER’S LIGHT-HOUSE

Mrs Kirrin thought that she might as well go immediately to the study, and see if her husband and Professor Hayling could talk about the children going away to this light-house of Tinker’s. Could it really be true? She knocked discreetly at the closed door.
She could hear voices inside the room, but nobody called ‘Come in!’ She knocked again.
‘What is it now!’ shouted Mr Kirrin. ‘If it’s you, George, go away and keep away. And if it’s Tinker, tell him to go to the garage and park himself there. I suppose it’s he who has been making all that row this morning!’
Mrs Kirrin smiled to herself. Well, well - if all scientists were like her husband and Professor Hayling, it was a wonder they were ever calm enough to get any work done!
She went away. Perhaps she could bring up the subject of the light-house at dinner-time. What a relief it would be to have a peaceful house for a few days!
She went into the kitchen to find Joan. The monkey was there, helping her! He had slipped away from Tinker and gone to see if there were any tit-bits about. Joan was talking away to him as she rolled out pastry.
‘See, I roll it like this - and like that - and I pick off a tiny bit for you!’ And she gave Mischief a snippet for himself. He was very pleased, and leapt on Joan’s shoulder. He lifted a piece of her hair and whispered in her ear. Joan pretended to understand.
‘Yes, Mischief. If you’re good I’ll give you another tit-bit in a minute. Now get off my shoulder, and stop whispering. It tickles!’
‘Well, Joan - I never thought to see you rolling pastry with a monkey on your shoulder!’ said Mrs Kirrin. ‘Joan, what do you think about this light-house idea? I haven’t been able to get into the study yet! Mr Kirrin thought I was Tinker, and told me to go and park myself in the garage!’
‘And a very good idea too,’ said Joan, rolling her pastry vigorously. ‘Isn’t that Tinker out in the hall now - sounds like a car of some sort! Well, ma’am, I’d say that if the light-house is habitable, why shouldn’t the Five go there, with Tinker and the monkey? They’d enjoy themselves all right, and Timmy would look after them. Sort of thing that they love - rushing off to a light-house! Ugh! Nasty lonely place, with waves crashing round and a wind fit to blow your head off!’
‘Yes, but do you think they’d be all right all alone there, Joan!’ said Mrs Kirrrin.
‘Well, Julian and Dick are old enough to look after the others - though I must say I wouldn’t like the job of being in charge of that Tinker,’ said Joan. ‘All I hope is that he doesn’t imagine he’s an aeroplane all of a sudden, and take off from the top of the light-house!’
Mrs Kirrin laughed. ‘Don’t say that to him!’ she said. ‘His idea of being a car is bad enough. Well, Joan, I feel very mean sending George and the others away immediately they come here - but with two excitable scientists in the house, I don’t see that there’s anything else to do. Look out for that monkey - he’s found your bag of raisins!’
‘Oh you little Mischief!’ said Joan, and made a grab at the monkey. He shot off to the top of a cupboard with the bag of raisins firmly held in one paw. He made a tiny chattering noise, as if he were scolding Joan.
‘You come down with those raisins!’ said Joan, advancing to the cupboard. ‘Else I’ll tie you to a chair with that long tail of yours. You little monkey!’
Mischief said something in his funny little voice that sounded rather cheeky. Then he put his paw into the paper bag and took out a raisin. But he didn’t eat it - he threw it straight at Joan! It hit her on the cheek, and she stared at Mischief in astonishment.
‘What! You’d pelt me with my own raisins! Well, that I will NOT have!’ She went to the sink and filled a cup with water, while Mischief pelted both her and Mrs Kirrin with raisin after raisin! He danced about on the top of the cupboard, screeching loudly in glee!
A bowl on the top of the cupboard fell off as the monkey danced about, and crashed to the ground. The noise scared him, and, with a flying leap, he shot off the cupboard and landed on the top of the half-open door. He pelted the two women from there, making the most extraordinary noises.
The study door was flung open, and out came Mr Kirrin, followed by the Professor. ‘What was that crash? What’s happening here? How can we w...’