asked them if they had had a good term.

[¹⁰³] 'Did you get a tutor, Uncle Quentin?' asked Anne, who could see that everyone was simply bursting to know this.

[¹⁰⁴] 'Ah - yes, I did,' said her uncle. He sat down, whilst Aunt Fanny poured him out a cup of tea. 'I interviewed three applicants, and had almost chosen the last one, when another fellow came in, all in a hurry. Said he had only just seen the advertisement, and hoped he wasn't too late.'

[¹⁰⁵] 'Did you choose him?' asked Dick.

[¹⁰⁶] 'I did,' said his uncle. 'He seemed a most intelligent fellow. Even knew about me and my work! And he had the most wonderful letters of recommendation.'

[¹⁰⁷] 'I don't think the children need to know all these details,' murmured Aunt Fanny. 'Anyway - you asked him to come?'

[¹⁰⁸] 'Oh yes,' said Uncle Quentin. 'He's a good bit older than the others - they were rather young fellows - this one seems very responsible and intelligent. I'm sure you'll like him, Fanny. He'll fit in here very well. I feel I would like to have him to talk to me sometimes in the evening.'

[¹⁰⁹] The children couldn't help feeling that the new tutor sounded rather alarming. Their uncle smiled at the gloomy faces.

[¹¹⁰] 'You'll like Mr. Roland,' he said. 'He knows how to handle youngsters - knows he's got to be very firm, and to see that you know a good bit more at the end of the holidays than you did at the beginning.'

[¹¹¹] This sounded even more alarming. All four children wished heartily that Aunt Fanny had been to choose the tutor, and not Uncle Quentin.

[¹¹²] 'When is he coming?' asked George.

[¹¹³] 'Tomorrow,' said her father. 'You can all go to meet him at the station. That will be a nice welcome for him.'

[¹¹⁴] 'We had thought of taking the bus and going to do a bit of Christmas shopping,' said Julian, seeing Anne looked very disappointed.

[¹¹⁵] 'Oh, no, you must certainly go and meet Mr. Roland,' said his uncle. 'I told him you would. And mind you, you four - no nonsense with him! You've to do as you're told, and you must work hard with him, because your father is paying very high fees for his coaching. I'm paying a third, because I want him to coach George a little too - so George, you must do your best.'

[¹¹⁶] 'I'll try,' said George. 'If he's nice, I'll do my very best.'

[¹¹⁷] 'You'll do your best whether you think him nice or not!' said her father, frowning. 'He will arrive by the ten-thirty train. Be sure to be there in time.'

[¹¹⁸] 'I do hope he won't be too strict,’ said Dick, that evening, when the five of them were alone for a minute or two. 'It's going to spoil the holls, if we have someone down on us all the time. And I do hope he'll like Timothy.’

[¹¹⁹] George looked up at once. 'Like Timothy!' she said. 'Of course he'll like Timothy! How couldn't he?’

[¹²⁰] 'Well - your father didn't like Timothy very much last summer,’ said Dick. T don't see how anyone could dislike darling Tim - but there are people who don't like dogs, you know, George.'

[¹²¹] 'If Mr. Roland doesn't like Timothy, I'll not do a single thing for him,' said George. 'Not one single thing!'

[¹²²] 'She's gone all fierce again!' said Dick, with a laugh. 'My word - the sparks will fly if Mr. Roland dares to dislike our Timothy!'

[¹²³] Chapter Three THE NEW TUTOR.

[¹²⁴] NEXT morning the sun was out, all the sea-mist that had hung about for the last two days had disappeared, and Kirrin Island showed plainly at the mouth of Kirrin Bay. The children stared longingly at the ruined castle on it.

[¹²⁵] 'I do wish we could get over to the castle,' said Dick. 'It looks quite calm enough, George.'

[¹²⁶] 'It's very rough by the island,' said George. 'It always is at this time of year. I know Mother wouldn't let us go.'

[¹²⁷] 'It's a lovely island, and it's all our own!' said Anne. 'You said you would share it with us for ever and ever didn't you, George?'

[¹²⁸] 'Yes, I did,' said George. 'And so I will, dungeons and all. Come on - we must get the trap out. We shall be late meeting the train if we stand here all day looking at the island.'

[¹²⁹] They got the pony and trap and set off down the hard lanes. Kirrin Island disappeared behind the cliffs as they turned inland to the station.

[¹³⁰] 'Did all this land round about belong to your family once upon a time?' asked Julian.

[¹³¹] 'Yes, all of it,' said George. 'Now we don't own anything except Kirrin Island, our own house - and that farm away over there - Kirrin Farm.'

She pointed with her whip. The children saw a fine old farm-house standing on a hill a good way off, over the heather-clad common.

[¹³²] 'Who lives there?' asked Julian.

[¹³³] 'Oh, an old farmer and his wife,' said George. 'They were nice to me when I was smaller. We'll go over there one day if you like. Mother says they don't make the farm pay any more, and in the summer-time they take in people who want a holiday.'

[¹³⁴] 'Hark! That's the train whistling in the tunnel!' said Julian, suddenly. 'Buck up, for goodness' sake, George. We shan't be there in time!'

[¹³⁵] The four children and Timothy looked at the train coming out of the tunnel and drawing in at the station. The pony cantered along swiftly. They would be just in time.'

[¹³⁶] 'Who's going on to the platform to meet him?' asked George, as they drew into the little station yard. I'm not. I must look after Tim and the pony.'

[¹³⁷] 'I don't want to,' said Anne. I'll stay with George.'

[¹³⁸] 'Well, we'd better go, then,' said Julian, and he and Dick leapt out of the trap. They ran on to the platform just as the train pulled up.

[¹³⁹] Not many people got out. A woman clambered out with a basket. A young man leapt out, whistling, the son of the baker in the village. An old man climbed down with difficulty. The tutor could be none of those!

[¹⁴⁰] Then, right at the front of the train, rather a queer-looking man got out. He was short and burly, and he had a beard rather like a sailor. His eyes were piercingly blue, and his thick hair was sprinkled with grey. He glanced up and down the platform, and then beckoned to the porter.

[¹⁴¹] 'That must be Mr. Roland', said Julian to Dick. 'Come on - let's ask him. There's no one else it could be.'

[¹⁴²] The boys went up to the bearded man. Julian raised his cap politely. 'Are you Mr. Roland, sir?' he asked.

[¹⁴³] 'I am,' said the man. 'I suppose you are Julian and Dick?'

[¹⁴⁴] 'Yes, sir,' answered the boys together. 'We brought the pony-trap for your luggage.'

[¹⁴⁵] 'Oh, fine,' said Mr. Roland. His bright blue eyes looked the boys up and down, and he smiled. Julian and Dick liked him. He seemed sensible and jolly.

[¹⁴⁶] 'Are the other two here as well?' said Mr. Roland, walking down the platform, with the porter trailing behind with his luggage.

[¹⁴⁷] 'Yes - George and Anne are outside with the trap,' said Julian.

[¹⁴⁸] 'George and Anne,' said Mr. Roland, in a puzzled voice. 'I thought the others were girls. I didn't know there was a third boy.'

[¹⁴⁹] 'Oh, George is a girl,' said Dick, with a laugh. 'Her real name is Georgina.'

[¹⁵⁰] 'And a very nice name too,' said Mr. Roland.

[¹⁵¹] 'George doesn't think so,' said Julian. 'She won't answer if she's called Georgina. You'd better call her George, sir!'

[¹⁵²] 'Really?' said Mr. Roland, in rather a chilly tone. Julian took a glance at him.

'Not quite so jolly as he looks!' thought the boy.

[¹⁵³] 'Tim's out there too,' said Dick.

[¹⁵⁴] 'Oh - and is Tim a boy or a girl'. inquired Mr. Roland, cautiously.

[¹⁵⁵] 'A dog, sir!' said Dick, with a grin.

Mr. Roland seemed rather taken-aback.

[¹⁵⁶] 'A dog?' he said. 'I didn't know there was a dog in the household. Your uncle said nothing to me about a dog.'

[¹⁵⁷] 'Don't you like dogs?' asked Julian, in surprise.

[¹⁵⁸] 'No,' said Mr. Roland, shortly. 'But I daresay your dog won't worry me much. Hallo, hallo - so here are the little girls! How do you do?'

[¹⁵⁹] George was not very pleased at being called a little girl. For one thing she hated to be spoken of as little, and for another thing she always tried to be a boy. She held out her hand to Mr. Roland and said nothing. Anne smiled at him, and Mr. Roland thought she was much the nicer of the two.

[¹⁶⁰] 'Tim! Shake hands with Mr. Roland!' said Julian to Timothy. This was one of Tim's really good tricks. He could hold out his right paw in a very polite manner. Mr. Roland looked down at the big dog, and Tim looked back at him.

Then, very slowly and deliberately, Timothy turned his back on Mr. Roland and climbed up into the pony-trap! Usually he put out his paw at once when told to, and the children stared at him in amazement.

[¹⁶¹] 'Timothy! What's come over you?' cried Dick. Tim put his ears down and did not move.

[¹⁶²] 'He doesn't like you,' said George, looking at Mr. Roland. 'That's very queer. He usually likes people. But perhaps you don't like dogs?'

[¹⁶³] 'No, I don't, as a matter of fact,' said Mr. Roland.

'I was once very badly bitten as a boy, and somehow or other I've never managed to like dogs since. But I daresay your Tim will take to me sooner or later.'

[¹⁶⁴] They all got into the trap. It was a tight squeeze. Timothy looked at Mr. Roland's ankles as if he would rather like to nibble them. Anne laughed.

[¹⁶⁵] 'Tim is behaving queerly!' she said. 'It's a good thing you haven't come to teach him, Mr. Roland!' She smiled up at the tutor, and he smiled back, showing very white teeth. His eyes were as brilliant a blue as George's.

[¹⁶⁶] Anne liked him. He joked with the boys as they drove him, and both of them began to feel that their Uncle Quentin hadn't made such a bad choice after all.

[¹⁶⁷] Only George said nothing. She sensed that the tutor disliked Timothy, and George was not prepared to like anyone who didn't take to Timothy at first sight. She thought it was very queer too, that Tim would not shake paws with the tutor. 'He's a clever dog,' she thought. 'He knows Mr. Roland doesn't like him, so he won't shake hands. I don't blame you, Tim darling. I wouldn't shake hands with anyone who didn't like me!'

[¹⁶⁸] Mr. Roland was shown up to his room when he arrived. Aunt Fanny came down and spoke to the children. 'Well! He seems very nice and jolly - though it's funny to see a youngish man with a beard.'

[¹⁶⁹] 'Youngish!' exclaimed Julian. 'Why, he's awfully old! Must be forty at the very least!'

[¹⁷⁰] Aunt Fanny laughed. 'Does he seem so old to you?' she said. 'Well, old or not, he'll be quite nice to you, I'm sure.'

[¹⁷¹] 'Aunt Fanny, we shan't begin lessons until after Christmas, shall we?' asked Julian, anxiously.

[¹⁷²] 'Of course you will!' said his aunt. 'It is almost a week till Christmas - you don't suppose we have asked Mr. Roland to come and do nothing till Christmas is over, do you?'

[¹⁷³] The children groaned. 'We wanted to do some Christmas shopping,' said Anne.

[¹⁷⁴] 'Well, you can do that in the afternoons,' said her aunt. 'You will only do lessons in the morning,