Dick and Julian went to the glass-houses where the butterflies and caterpillars1 lived. They peeredthrough the panes2, but could see nobody there.
'Mr. Gringle must be in the cottage,' said Julian. 'Let's stand outside and call - he'll come out then. Idon't much like Mrs. Janes.'
So they stood outside the tumble-down cottage and shouted: 'Mr. Gringle! Mr. Gringle!'
Nobody answered. No Mr. Gringle came out, but somebody pulled aside the corner of a windowcurtain upstairs and peeped out. The boys shouted again, waving at the window.
'Mr. Gringle! We've got a rare butterfly for you!'
The window opened and old Mrs. Janes looked out, seeming more witch-like than ever.
'Mr. Gringle's away!' she mumbled3.
'What about his friend Mr. Brent - the one we didn't see?' shouted Dick. 'Is he in?'
The old woman stared at them, mumbled something else, and then disappeared very suddenly indeedfrom the window.
Dick looked at Julian in surprise.
'Why did she go so suddenly? Almost as if somebody pulled her roughly away? Julian, I don't like it.'
'Why? Do you think that son of hers is here - the one she said was cruel to her?' asked Julian, whowas puzzled, too.
'I don't know,' said Dick. 'Let's snoop round a bit. Perhaps Mr. Gringle is somewhere about, whateverold Mrs. Janes says!'
They went round the corner of the house and peered into a shed. Nobody there. Then they heardfootsteps and turned round hurriedly. A man was coming towards them, small and thin, with apinched-looking face, and dark glasses. He carried a butterfly net, and nodded at the two boys.
'My friend Gringle is away,' he said. 'Can I do anything for you?'
'Oh - you're Mr. Brent, then?' said Dick. 'Look - we've found a rare butterfly. That's why we came!'
He undid4 the box in which the butterfly was peacefully resting, having found a tiny grain of sugar tofeed on. Mr. Brent looked at it through his dark glasses.
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'Hm! Hm!' he said, peering closely at it. 'Yes, very fine indeed. I'll buy it off you for five shillings.'
'Oh, you can have it for nothing,' said Dick. 'What is it?'
'Can't say without examining it closely,' said Mr. Brent, and took the box and put the lid on again.
'But isn't it some kind of Fritillary?' asked Julian. 'We thought it was.'
'Quite likely,' said Mr. Brent, and suddenly produced two half-crowns and shoved them at Dick.
'Here you are. Much obliged. I'll tell Mr. Gringle you came.'
He turned abruptly5 and went off, his butterfly net still over his shoulder. Dick stared at the two half-crowns in his hand, then at the receding6 back of Mr. Brent. 'What a queer fellow!' he said.
'Well, I must say that he and Mr. Gringle are a pair! What are we to do with this five shillings, Julian?
I don't want it!'
'Let's see if we can give it to that poor Mrs. Janes,' said Julian, always generous. 'She looks as if theypaid her only about a shilling a week, poor soul!'
They went round to the front of the house, hoping to find the old woman, and after a little hesitationknocked at the door. It opened and she stood there, mumbling7 as before.
'You go away! My son's coming back. He'll hit me. He don't like strangers. You go away, I say!'
'All right,' said Dick. 'Look - here's something for you,' and he pressed the two half-crowns into herclaw-like hand. She looked at them as if she couldn't believe her eyes, and then, amazingly quickly,she slipped the money into one of her broken-down shoes. When she stood up her eyes were full oftears.
'You're kind,' she whispered, and gave them a little push. 'Yes, you're kind. Keep away from here. Myson's a bad man. Keep away!'
The boys went off silently, not knowing what to make of it. After all, Toby knew the son - they hademployed him at the farm. Why did the old woman keep saying he was bad and cruel? She must be atleast a little mad to talk like that!
'It must be a queer household,' said Julian as they went to join the waiting girls. 'Two Butterfly Men,both rather peculiar8. One old witch-like woman, very peculiar. And a son who seems to terrify herout of her wits! I vote we don't go there again.'
'So do I,' said Dick. 'Hallo, you two - did we keep you waiting long?'
'You did rather,' said Anne. 'We were just about to send Timmy to look for you! We thought you 41might have been turned into mice, or something!'
The boys told the two girls about Mr. Brent and the five shillings and old Mrs. Janes. 'A funnyhousehold, altogether,' said Dick. 'We think we'll give it a miss now, however many rare butterflieswe spot! I'm pretty certain that the one we found was a kind of Fritillary, aren't you, Julian?'
'Yes, I was surprised Mr. Brent didn't say so,' said Julian. 'I have a feeling that Mr. Gringle is theexpert of the two. Mr. Brent probably does the donkey-work - sees to the caterpillars and so on.'
They came to their camp at last, and Timmy at once went to the 'larder9'. But Anne shook her head.
'No, Tim - it's not nearly supper-time, Bad luck!'
'What shall we do?' asked Dick, flinging himself down on the heather. 'It's another heavenly evening!'
'Yes - but I don't much like the look of the sky over to the west tonight,' said Julian. 'See those cloudsthere, coming up slowly against the wind? It looks like rain tomorrow to me!'
'Blow!' said George. 'The weather might have lasted for just one week! Whatever shall we do if itpours? Sit in our tents all day, I suppose!'
'Cheer up - we could go and see the caves,' said Dick. 'I know what we'll do now! We'll get out ourportable radio and turn it on. If there's some decent music, it will sound glorious up here!'
'All right. But for goodness' sake have it on softly,' said Anne. 'I loathe10 people who take radios outinto the country with them, and switch them on loudly, so that it spoils the peace and quiet foreveryone else. I could go and kick their radios to pieces!'
'Gracious, Anne - you do sound fierce!' said George, looking at her cousin in surprise.
'You don't know our quiet sister Anne quite as well as we do, George,' said Julian, with a twinkle inhis eyes. 'She can be really fierce if she thinks anyone is spoiling things for others. I had to stop heronce from going up to scold people at a picnic - they actually had a gramophone going full-pelt, inspite of the angry looks from people all round. I do believe she meant to take off the gramophonerecord and break it over somebody's head!'
'Oh, Julian! How can you say such a thing!' said Anne. 'I did feel like it - but I didn't do it.'
'All right, young Anne!' said Julian affectionately, and patted her head. Both he and Dick thought theworld of their quiet, kind little sister and looked after her well. She smiled at them.
'Well - let's have some music, then,' she said. 'There's the Pastoral Symphony on sometime thisevening, I know, because I made a note of it. It would sound beautiful out here in this lovely 42countryside with that view spreading for miles in front of us. But softly, please.'
Julian fetched the little radio set and took it out of its waterproof11 case. He switched on, and a voicecame loudly from the set. Julian lowered the volume to make it softer. 'It's the seven o'clock news,' hesaid. 'We'll hear it, shall we?'
But it was almost the end of the news, and the voice soon stopped to give way to an announcer.
Yes - it was going to be the Pastoral Symphony now. Soon the first notes came softly from the littleradio, and it seemed to set the countryside around to music. The four settled down in the heather tolisten, lying half-propped up to watch the changing colours of the view in front of them as the sunsank lower.
The bank of cloud on the horizon was higher now, and the sun would soon slip behind it, for it wascoming up fast. What a pity!
And then, cutting across the music, came another sound - the sound of an aeroplane.
R-r-r-r-r-r-r! R-r-r-r-r-r-r! R-r-r-r-r-r-r!
It sounded so very loud that Dick and Julian leapt to their feet, and Timmy began to bark loudly.
'Where is it?' said Dick, puzzled. 'It sounds so jolly near. I wonder if it's Cousin Jeff's!'
'There it is - coming up over the back of the hill!' said Julian, and as he spoke12 a small aeroplaneappeared over the brow of the hill, and circled once before it flew down to the airfield13.
The four children could plainly see the number painted underneath14. '5 - 6 - 9,' began Julian, and Dickgave a shout.
'It's Jeff's plane! It is - that's his number! Wave, everybody, wave!'
So they all waved madly, though they felt sure that Jeff wouldn't see them, tucked away in their campon the hill-side. They watched the plane fly down to the airfield, circle round, and land neatly15 on therunway. It came to a stop.
Julian looked through his glasses and saw a small figure leap from the plane. 'I bet it's Jeff,' he said.
'Gosh - I do wish I had a plane to fly over the hills and far away!'
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