The Sea of Adventure
pay us a very long visit, old thing," said Philip, quite disappointed. The puffin disappeared into its burrow — but reappeared again almost immediately with another puffin, a little smaller, but with an even more brilliant beak.
     
    "Darby and Joan!" said Jack. The two birds waddled side by side to Philip. The children looked at them in delighted amusement.
     
    "What shall we call them?" said Dinah. "If they are going to join our little company, they'll have to have names. Funny little puffins!"
     
    "Huffin and puffin, huffin and puffin," remarked Kiki, remembering the words suddenly. "Huffin and . . ."
     
    "Yes, of course — Huffin and Puffin!" cried Lucy-Ann in delight. "Clever old bird, Kiki! You've been talking about Huffin and Puffin ever since we started out on our holiday — and here they are, Huffin and Puffin, as large as life!"
     
    Everyone laughed. Huffin and Puffin did seem to be perfectly lovely names for the two birds. They came close to Philip, and, to the boy's amusement, squatted down by him contentedly.
     
    Kiki was not too pleased. She eyed them with her head on one side. They stared back at her with their crimson-ringed eyes. Kiki looked away and yawned.
     
    "They've out-stared Kiki!" said Jack. "It takes a lot to do that!"
     
    The three rats had prudently decided that it was best to keep as far away from Huffin and Puffin as possible. They sat round Philip's neck, gazing down at the two birds. Then, at a movement from Huffin, they shot down the boy's shirt.
     
    Bill stretched himself. "Well, I don't know about you kids — but I'm tired," he said. "The sun is already dipping itself into the west. Let's clear up, and turn in. We'll have a lovely day tomorrow, bathing and sunning ourselves, and watching the birds. I'm getting used to their eternal chorus of cries now. At first I was almost deafened."
     
    The girls cleared up. Lucy-Ann dipped a bowl into the clear pool of water and handed it round for washing in. "We oughtn't to wash in that pool, ought we, Bill?" she said seriously.
     
    "Good gracious, no!" said Bill. "It would be absolutely black after the boys had gone in! We'll keep it for drinking-water only, or just take our water from it when we want it for boiling or washing."
     
    "I think I'll go and have a dip now," said Jack, getting up. "No, not in the rock-pool, Lucy-Ann, so don't look so upset — I'll go down to the little cove where the boat is. Coming, Philip?"
     
    "Right," said Philip, and pushed Huffin and Puffin away from his knees. "Move up, you! I'm not growing here!"
     
    "I'll come too," said Bill, and knocked out the pipe he had been smoking. "I feel dirty. You girls want to come?"
     
    "No," said Lucy-Ann. "I'll get the rugs and things ready for you in the tents."
     
    Dinah didn't want to go either, for she felt very tired. Measles had certainly taken some of the energy out of the two girls. They stayed behind whilst the others set off to the cove to bathe. The valley sloped right down to the sea just there, and the small sandy cove was just right for bathing. The boys and Bill threw off their things and plunged into the sea. It felt lovely and warm, and rippled over their limbs like silk.
     
    "Lovely!" said Bill, and began to chase the boys. With howls and yells and splashings they eluded him, making such a terrific noise that Huffin and Puffin, who had solemnly accompanied Philip all the way, half walking and half flying, retreated a little way up the beach. They stared at the boys fixedly and thoughtfully. Philip saw them and was pleased. Surely nobody had ever had two puffins for pets before!
     
    The girls were setting out groundsheets and rugs neatly in the two tents when Dinah suddenly stopped and listened. Lucy-Ann listened too.
     
    "What is it?" she whispered — and then she heard the noise herself. An aeroplane again, surely!
     
    The girls went out of the tent and looked all over the sky, trying to locate the sound. "There! — there, look!" cried

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