Chapter 5 IN THE MORNING
George was the first to wake up in the morning. She at once remembered the events of the nightbefore and looked across at Berta in the camp-bed. The girl was asleep, her wavy¹ golden hair spreadover the pillow. George leaned across Anne's bed and gave her a sharp nudge.
Anne woke up at once and gazed sleepily at George. 'What's the matter, George? Is it time to get up?'
'Look over there,' whispered George, nodding her head towards Berta. Anne turned over and looked.
Unlike George she liked the look of Berta. Her sleeping face was pleasant and open, and her mouthturned up, not down. Anne couldn't bear people whose mouths turned down.
'She looks all right,' whispered back Anne. George frowned.
'She howled like anything when she came,' she told Anne. 'She's a real baby. And she's brought adog!'
'Goodness - Timmy won't like that,' said Anne, startled. 'Where is it?'
'Down in Timmy's kennel,' said George, still whispering. 'I haven't seen it. It was in a closed basketlast night and I didn't dare open it in case it tore upstairs and had a row with Tim. But it can't be verybig. I expect it's a horrible Peke, or some silly little lap-dog.'
'Pekes aren't horrible,' said Anne. 'They may be small and have funny little pug-noses, but they'reawfully brave. Fancy having another dog! I can't think what Timmy will say!'
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'It's a pity Berta isn't our kind,' said George. 'Look at her pale face - not a scrap² of sun-tan! And shelooks weedy, doesn't she? I'm sure she couldn't climb a tree, or row a boat, or...'
'Sh! She's waking up,' said Anne warningly.
Berta yawned and stretched herself. Then she opened her eyes and looked round. At first she had noidea where she was, and then she suddenly remembered. She sat up.
'Hallo!' said Anne, and smiled at her. 'You weren't here when I came to bed last night. I was surprisedto see you this morning.'
Berta took an immediate³ liking⁴ to Anne. 'She's got kind eyes,' she thought. 'She's not like the othergirl. I like this one!'
She smiled back at Anne. 'Yes - I came in the middle of the night,' she said. 'I came by motorboat,and the sea was so bumpy⁵ that I was frightfully sick. My father didn't come with me but a friend ofhis did, and he carried me from the boat to Kirrin Cottage. Even my legs felt sea-sick!'

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