Chapter 1 AT KIRRIN COTTAGE AGAIN
　　Georgina was at the station to meet her three cousins. Timmy her dog was with her, his long tailwagging eagerly. He knew quite well they had come to meet Julian, Dick and Anne, and he was glad.
　　It was much more fun when the Five were all together.
　　'Here comes the train, Timmy!' said George. Nobody called her Georgina, because she wouldn'tanswer if they did. She looked like a boy with her short curly hair and her shorts and open-neckedshirt. Her face was covered with freckles¹, and her legs and arms were as brown as a gipsy's.
　　There was the far-off rumble² of a train, and as it came nearer, a short warning hoot³. Timmy whinedand wagged his tail. He didn't like trains, but he wanted this one to come.
　　Nearer and nearer it came, slowing down as it reached Kirrin station. Long before it came to the littleplatform three heads appeared out of one of the windows, and three hands waved wildly.
　　George waved back, her face one big smile.
　　The door swung open almost before the train stopped. Out came a big boy, and helped down a smallgirl. Then came another boy, not quite so tall as the first one, with a bag in each hand. He dragged athird bag out, and then George and Timmy were on him.
　　'Julian! Dick! Anne! Your train's late; we thought you were never coming!'
　　'Hallo, George! Here we are at last. Get down, Timmy, don't eat me.'
　　'Hallo, George! Oh, Timmy, you darling - you're just as licky as ever!'
　　'Woof,' said Timmy joyfully⁴, and bounded all round like a mad thing, getting into everybody's way.
　　'Any trunk or anything?' asked George. 'Only those three bags?'
　　'Well, we haven't come for long this time, worse luck,' said Dick. 'Only a fortnight! Still, it's betterthan nothing.'
　　'You shouldn't have gone off to France all those six weeks,' said George, half-jealously. 'I supposeyou've gone all French now.'
　　Dick laughed, waved his hands in the air and went off into a stream of quick French that sounded justlike gibberish to George, French was not one of her strong subjects.
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　　'Shut up,' she said, giving him a friendly shove. 'You're just the same old idiot. Oh, I'm so glad you'vecome. It's been lonely and dull at Kirrin without you.'
　　A porter came up with a barrow. Dick turned to him, waved his hands again, and addressed theastonished man in fluent French. But the porter knew Dick quite well.

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