Five on a Treasure Island

‘Mother, have you heard about our summer holidays yet?’ said Julian, at the breakfast-table. ‘Can we go to Polseath as usual?’‘I’m afraid not,’ said his mother. ‘They are quite full up this year.’The three children at the breakfast-table looked at one another in great disappointment. They did so love the house at Polseath. The beach was so lovely there, too, and the bathing was fine.‘Cheer up,’ said Daddy. ‘I dare say we’ll find somewhere else just as good for you. And anyway, Mother and I won’t be able to go with you this year. Has Mother told you?’‘No!’ said Anne. ‘Oh, Mother—is it true? Can’t you really come with us on our holidays? You always do.’