Then, with a bound he was on the bed, and snuggled himself down into the crook of her legs. He gave a sigh, and shut his eyes. The four children might be happy- but Tim was happiest of all.
"Oh, Tim," murmured George, half waking up as she felt him against her. "Oh, Tim, you mustn't- but you do feel so nice. Tim- we'll have other adventures together, the five of us- won't we?"
They will- but that's another story!
Enid Blyton
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