The Rubadub Mystery. Enid blyton

up to the old inn?”

      “It is very rough, sir. You must go slowly,” said the old woman, smiling delightedly at the thought that they were really going to see her son’s place. “Cooking very good, sir, very very good.”

      They all went off to their car. “She’s got good cooking on the brain,” said Roger. “I wonder what the old place is like? It might be fun to stay there—there’s all we want here, really—fine bathing... ”

      “Wonderful walks, I should think,” said Barney, who loved walking. “And a jolly fine view.”

      “Fishing,” said Roger, watching a small fishing-boat on the bay, its sails filling out with the wind.

      “No trippers,” said Miss Pepper.

      “And birds for me!” said Diana happily.

      “You and your birds!” said Roger scornfully, and Diana immediately gave him a punch.

      “Well—up to the inn we go!” said Mr. Martin, as they started off slowly up the steep track, leaving the caravan behind for the time being. “And what shall we find there, I wonder?”