The Rockingdown Mystery. Enid blyton

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      Miranda made her way to the tree immediately above Roger, who was still lying asleep with his hat over his face. The monkey leapt down and then jumped full on top of Roger. Diana turned in astonishment, her eyes almost falling out of her head when she saw Miranda leaping down on Roger and then leaping up into the tree again and disappearing.

      Roger woke with a start and sat up hurriedly.

      “What fell on me?” he said to Diana.

      “A monkey,” said Diana. “A little brown one.”

      “Oh, don’t you start about monkeys,” said Roger crossly. “Anyone would think this place was full of monkeys the way you and Snubby go on about them.”

      “But, Roger—honestly, it was a monkey,” said Diana, bewildered.

      “You and Snubby can go on telling me all day long that you keep seeing monkeys, but I shan’t believe there’s a monkey about even if I see one!” said Roger.

      And at that very moment he saw Miranda! He saw her sitting on the strange boy’s shoulder, as he came along with Snubby, both of them grinning widely.

      Roger had to believe in the monkey then. He was very astonished. “Is that your monkey?” he said to the boy. “Is it a pet?”

      “Sure,” said the boy. “You a pet, Miranda?”

      Miranda chattered and put a little brown paw down the boy’s neck. “Don’t tickle,” he said. “Shake hands with these people, and show your manners.”

      Loony sat by open-mouthed whilst Miranda gravely held out a little paw and allowed Roger, Diana and Snubby to shake it. The boy sat down beside them. Loony at once made a rush for Miranda. He was jealous.

      Quick as lightning the monkey leapt off the boy’s shoulder and on to Loony’s back. She held on tightly and he couldn’t get her off till he rolled on the ground. The children roared.

      “Poor old Loony—nobody’s ever tried to ride him before,” said Diana. “What did you say her name was—Miranda? What a queer name for a monkey.”

      “Why?” said the boy. “I thought it was a mighty pretty name when I first read it, and it just suits Miranda—she’s pretty too.”

      None of the three children thought Miranda was pretty, though they all thought she was sweet and amusing. Still, they were used to people thinking their pets pretty and marvellous even though they mostly weren’t.

      “She’s cute, isn’t she?” said the boy, as Miranda began to turn head over heels very fast indeed. “She can do no end of tricks. Turn cartwheels, Miranda.”

      Miranda turned dozens of cartwheels, going over and over on hands and feet without stopping. Loony regarded her solemnly. No—this couldn’t be a cat. No cat he had ever seen behaved like this.

      “What’s your name?” asked Roger, liking this strange boy just as much as Snubby did.

      “Barney—short for Barnabas,” said the boy.

      “Where do you live?” asked Snubby.

      The boy hesitated. “Nowhere at present,” he said. “I’m just tramping around.”

      This was puzzling. “What do you mean? Are you on a hiking trip, or something?” asked Diana.

      “You might call it that,” said the boy.

      “Well, where’s your real home?” persisted Snubby. “You must have a home!”

      “Don’t pester Barney,” said Roger, seeing the boy hesitate again. “You’re always so inquisitive, Snubby.”

      “It’s all right,” said Barney, and he rubbed Miranda’s fur gently. “Actually I’m looking for my father.”

      This sounded queer. “Doesn’t your mother know where he is?” demanded Snubby.

      “My mother’s dead,” said Barney. “She died last year. I don’t want to talk about that, see? I don’t know much about her or about myself either, but I’m trying to find out. My mother was in the show business—you know, travelling around in a circus, and attending fairs and things like that. She was wonderful with animals. I thought my father was dead—but just before she died my mother told me she didn’t think he was. He was an actor—acted in Shakespeare plays, she said—and she ran away from him after she’d been married three months. He doesn’t know anything about me.”

      “Don’t tell us all this,” said Roger awkwardly. “It’s your own private business.”

      “I want to talk to somebody,” said Barney, looking at them with his startling blue eyes. “But there’s been no one to talk to. Well, when my mother died I felt sort of lonely, and I couldn’t settle to anything. So I thought I’d go off on my own—with Miranda, of course—and see if I could hear of my father. I’d like to know there was somebody belonging to me, even if he turned out to be a disappointment.”

      “I haven’t any father or mother,” said Snubby. “But I’m lucky. I’ve heaps of other relations and they’re jolly decent to me. I’d hate to have no one—only just Loony.”

      Diana couldn’t imagine what things would be like without her mother. She was sorry for Barney. “What do you do for a living, then?” she asked him.

      “Oh, just scrounge around,” said the boy. “I can always go to a circus or a fair, you know, and earn some money there. There’s not much I can’t do. I’ve often been in the circus ring with Miranda here. I’ve just left the fair over at Northcotling. I’m at a loose end now, wandering about with Miranda. What I want to do is to get hold of some of Shakespeare’s plays and read them. I suppose you can’t lend me any?”

      Snubby couldn’t imagine why anyone should want to borrow Shakespeare’s plays. Diana tumbled to it at once.

      “You want to know the plays that your father acts in—or used to act in!” she said. “You want to know the things he liked and the parts he could play!”

      “That’s right,” said Barney, pleased. “I’ve only read one of them—about a storm and a shipwreck, it was. It’s where I got Miranda’s name from.”

      “Oh, yes—The Tempest,” said Roger. “That’s quite a good one to start off with. Do you really want to read the plays? They’ll be jolly difficult for you. If you really do, I’ll lend you some.”

      “Thanks,” said the boy. “Where do you live?”

      “Over at Rockingdown Cottage,” said Roger. “Do you know it?” Barney nodded.

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