Aunt Violet leaned forward to protect her food. ‘Thank you, Lavender – at least you’re looking after me.’ She offered the little pig a chip.
Fortunately, one of the Alessi Brothers’ fishing boats puttered into the harbour a minute later. Every seagull on the beach flew over to see if any undersized treats would be thrown to them.
Just as the group finished their lunch, dark clouds rolled across the sky and thunder rumbled out at sea. Lady Clarissa gathered up the towels. Even Aunt Violet pitched in by folding the chairs. Uncle Digby just managed to grab hold of the beach umbrella as the wind whipped it out of the sand.
‘We’d best make a run for it,’ Lady Clarissa called.
The group scrambled along the beach, up the steps and across the road. Lavender squealed and wriggled in Clementine’s arms. Freddy ran down the garden path and pushed open the front door just as the rain began to belt down.
‘Well, that was good timing,’ Lady Clarissa puffed. She directed the children to rub the sand off their feet and legs before they entered the hall.
‘Oh, there you are!’ Mrs Dent rushed towards them. ‘I was beginning to worry. Come and I’ll get you some tea.’
‘Is there somewhere I can put all this?’ Uncle Digby was balancing the umbrella, the beach chairs and a pile of towels.
‘There’s a utility room at the end of the hall.’
Mrs Dent had the kettle on in no time and poured two glasses of orange juice for Clementine and Freddy.
‘How’s Della?’ Lady Clarissa asked.
‘The child has managed to get herself burnt to a crisp. Clearly she did not have sunscreen on this morning when I asked her. Now she’s going to pay for it. In fact, I think she might have a touch of sunstroke,’ Mrs Dent tutted.
‘What about her leg?’ Lady Clarissa asked.
Mrs Dent frowned. ‘I think that was just some completely harmless seaweed. It might be a bit scratchy, but that’s all. Anyway, how was the rest of your day?’
‘It was great!’ Clementine exclaimed. ‘We made some new friends and we went exploring and we found –’
‘Crabs!’ Freddy said, giving Clementine a secret look.
‘Well, it sounds like you’ve had a very adventurous day, my dears,’ Mrs Dent said as she hopped up to refill the teapot.
‘And another five to go,’ Clementine said.
Freddy’s face fell. ‘Only five?’
‘We have to go home on Sunday,’ said Clementine.
Freddy didn’t ever want Clementine to go home. He wondered if Lady Clarissa would consider taking Della instead.
The rain lashed the coast for hours. Freddy and Clementine played Old Maid in the kitchen. Mrs Dent cooked dinner while she and Uncle Digby chatted about their childhoods. Aunt Violet and Lady Clarissa read in the sitting room. Della stayed in her room. She didn’t come down for dinner either. Mrs Dent took her a tray. She returned saying that the child was utterly miserable with her sunburn.
‘Will the storm be gone by tomorrow?’ Clementine asked Mrs Dent.
‘It should be. Storms like this usually come in a fury and leave just as quickly.’
But Mrs Dent was wrong. The next morning, Clementine looked out her bedroom window and discovered a grey, dreary day.
‘No beach today,’ she sighed and turned to her mother, who was lying in bed.
‘No, darling. But there are plenty of things you can do inside.’
Freddy and Clementine spent the morning playing board games in the sitting room with Uncle Digby and Lady Clarissa. Even Aunt Violet joined in for a round of Snakes and Ladders. Della stayed upstairs, ringing a bell constantly for her grandmother, until Mrs Dent stumped upstairs for the fifth time and brought the bell back down with her.
After lunch, Freddy and Clementine decided to do some drawing at the kitchen table. Clementine started drawing a picture of a seal, with great big brown eyes and little flippers.
‘I think the ears are cute,’ she said to Freddy. He was drawing an octopus strangling a crab. ‘What do you think, Lavender?’ Clementine held up her picture. The little pig looked up and grunted.
The kitchen door flew open and Della stalked into the room. ‘Where’s Granny?’
‘I don’t know,’ Freddy said with a shrug.
‘I want something to eat.’ Della yanked open the refrigerator door and peered inside.
A huge fish stared up at her from a platter.
‘Pooh! I hate fish.’
She slammed the door and went to the biscuit tin, where she found two chocolate brownies.
‘Are you feeling better?’ Clementine asked. The girl’s face was bright red.
‘Sort of,’ Della said. She walked back to the table and stood beside Clementine, looking at the child’s drawing.
‘It’s a seal,’ Clementine said.
‘I know that,’ Della replied. She wasn’t about to say so, but she thought it was a good picture for a five-year-old.
‘I saw a seal at the beach,’ Della bragged, before taking a big bite of brownie.
‘When?’ asked Freddy.
‘You weren’t there,’ Della said.
‘I don’t believe you,’ Freddy retorted. ‘You’ve never seen a seal. But we have.’ He clamped his hands over his mouth but it was too late. The words had already escaped.
Clementine looked at Freddy.
‘When?’ Della asked, narrowing her eyes.
Freddy ignored her and kept drawing.
‘Now who’s telling lies?’ Della said smartly.
Clementine couldn’t stay quiet any longer. ‘He’s not lying. We saw a seal in a cave yesterday, after you went home.’
‘Really? Show me,’ Della demanded.
‘It probably won’t be there any more,’ Clementine said. ‘But it was so sweet.’
‘I want to see the seal,’ Della said, stamping her foot.
Clementine looked out the kitchen window at the steely sky. ‘It’s raining.’
Della rolled her eyes. ‘We’ve got raincoats. Come on.’
‘I don’t think Mummy will let me go out,’ said Clementine. ‘She’s upstairs having a rest.’
‘You’re such a baby,’ Della scoffed.
‘She is not,’ Freddy said, his eyebrows knitting together fiercely.
‘You’re both babies,’ Della spat. ‘I’m going to see this seal whether you come or not.’
‘You won’t even find it,’ Freddy said, as his sister stormed out of the kitchen.
Clementine stared at Freddy. ‘Are you going to tell your granny?’
Freddy shook his head. ‘I don’t care if she goes. She won’t see anything. She didn’t even take a torch.’
Both children went back to drawing. A few minutes later, Clementine glanced around the room. ‘Where’s Lavender?’
Freddy peered around the room too. ‘I don’t know. She was here before.’
Clementine slipped down from her chair and walked around the kitchen, searching beside the stove and under the table.
‘She’s not here,’ Clementine said, frowning. She went into the hallway and glanced towards the front door. ‘Freddy! Come quick!’
Freddy flew out of his seat and into the hall. The front door was wide open.
‘Della!’ he called and raced onto the porch.
The front gate was open too.
Clementine stared at the boy, her blue eyes wide. ‘Come on. We’ve got to find Lavender.’
‘Wait a minute.’ Freddy ran back to the kitchen and grabbed his torch off the bench.
The sky was still dark but it had stopped raining. Clementine and Freddy ran out the front gate and across the road to the beach. Clementine’s voice rang out. ‘Lavender? Lavender!’
Freddy echoed the call.
‘She probably followed Della,’ he said eventually. ‘Don’t worry. She can’t have gone too far yet.’
Clementine nodded. She hoped he was right.
Freddy looked down to the little beach but it was bare. He and Clementi
ne ran along the wet sand towards the rocks.
‘Be careful, Clementine, it’s slippery,’ the boy warned as they scrambled over the platform.
‘Della, where are you?’ Freddy called.
‘Lavender!’ Clementine shouted. She turned around and was relieved to see a little grey figure dashing towards them. Clementine scooped the pig into her arms and kissed the top of her head.
‘Thank goodness,’ Freddy sighed.
‘What about Della?’ Clementine asked. ‘Do you think she’s in the cave?’
‘I don’t know, but we could have a look.’
The two children picked their way around the headland, then leapt down across the little channel of water onto the tiny beach. Clementine gasped as she almost slipped in. She clutched Lavender tightly and looked back at the rising water. Freddy pulled the creeper back and shone the torchlight inside.
‘Della!’ he called. His voice echoed. Della-ella-ella.
The empty soft-drink bottles were still there but there was no sign of Della or the seal.
‘She’s not here,’ Freddy said. ‘We should go back before Granny gets worried.’
Clementine turned around. The sun was peeking through the clouds. The rocks looked shiny and clean and the grass that grew along the edge of the cliff was bright green.
‘Freddy, look at the water. It’s too high,’ Clementine gulped. ‘How can we get back?’
Freddy spun around. The little channel separating the curve of beach and the rock platform was filling fast. Water was starting to force its way into the cave as well.
‘The tide’s coming in,’ he said.
‘What does that mean?’ asked Clementine. She was holding Lavender tight.
‘The tide is the sea coming in and going out. The water gets deeper and shallower. But I think we can still get across now.’
Clementine shook her head. ‘I’m scared. It’s too deep. Is there another way?’
‘No, that cliff’s too steep. We can’t get up there. But it’s okay. The water never covers the whole beach. We can wait over there.’ Freddy pointed to a grassy spot that met the sand at the end of the tiny beach. ‘We’re safe. I promise. But we won’t be able to get across until the water goes down again.’
Clementine’s eyes filled with tears. ‘How long does that take?’
Freddy bit his lip. ‘I don’t know exactly.’
‘But Mummy will be worried.’ Fat tears began to flow down Clementine’s cheeks. Lavender turned and licked the salty drops away.
‘Don’t worry, Clementine. Someone will come,’ the boy said. But Freddy had a terrible feeling that it would be night-time before the tide went out again.
Freddy and Clementine climbed up onto the grassy knoll. Lavender was snorting and looking at the sea. Clementine’s stomach was churning.
‘Look, there’s Della!’ Freddy said.
His sister appeared on the top of the rock platform.
Della had thought Freddy would follow her when she stormed out to look for the seal. She hadn’t wanted to go to that stinky cave on her own. It was much too dark and scary. But when the boy hadn’t appeared she went for a walk around the village. Mrs Lee had given her an ice-cream, which she’d eaten while sitting on the seawall. Then she came to the beach to look for crabs in the rock pools.
‘Della!’ Freddy called above the sound of the waves.
She looked up and was surprised to see her brother and Clementine on the other side of the channel. ‘What are you doing over there?’ she called back.
‘We’re stuck,’ the boy shouted.
Della’s stomach tightened. Freddy might be a pain sometimes but she didn’t want him to be stuck at high tide.
‘Don’t worry. I’ll get help!’ the girl shouted. She scurried back across the rocks to the beach.
Lady Clarissa had searched high and low for the children. She was about to go down and check the kitchen once more, when she met Uncle Digby.
‘Hello dear,’ he greeted her.
‘You haven’t seen Clementine, have you?’
The old man shook his head. ‘Afraid I’ve been in the land of nod for the past couple of hours.’
Aunt Violet’s bedroom door opened and the woman marched outside.
‘Is this a party?’ she asked her niece and Uncle Digby.
‘I’m trying to find the children,’ said Lady Clarissa.
‘Don’t worry. They’re probably playing hide-and-seek or some such nonsense.’
Lady Clarissa didn’t look convinced. ‘It’s far too quiet for my liking.’
The three adults walked down to the kitchen.
‘Did you find them, dear?’ Mrs Dent asked. Lady Clarissa shook her head.
The front door banged.
Mrs Dent breathed a sigh of relief. ‘There you go. They must have been in the garden.’
‘Granny, Granny!’ Della’s voice rang through the house. The child raced into the kitchen.
‘What’s the matter?’ Mrs Dent asked.
‘Freddy and Clementine went to find the seal and now they’re stuck,’ the child blurted.
Aunt Violet pursed her lips. ‘What seal?’
‘Della, what nonsense are you talking about this time? Have you done something to your brother again?’ Mrs Dent frowned.
Della shook her head. ‘I promise, Granny, it’s true. I’m not making it up.’
Uncle Digby nodded. ‘The children did tell me they’d found a cave yesterday.’
‘And now the tide’s coming in and they’re stuck on the tiny beach,’ insisted Della.
Lady Clarissa caught her breath. ‘What do you mean they’re stuck?’
‘The water’s coming into the channel and Clementine is too small to jump the rocks and she’s got Lavender too,’ Della blurted.
‘Oh, goodness. Come on, Della. Show me,’ said Lady Clarissa hurriedly.
‘What about some rope?’ Aunt Violet suggested. ‘Just in case.’
Lady Clarissa stopped. ‘That’s a great idea, Aunt Violet.’
Mrs Dent rushed off down the hallway to the utility room, and returned with a tightly wound length of rope. She threw the bundle to Clarissa.
‘Okay, let’s go,’ Lady Clarissa said.
Della took off, with Lady Clarissa, Aunt Violet, Uncle Digby and Mrs Dent in pursuit.
Lady Clarissa shouted over her shoulder, ‘Uncle Digby, please don’t rush.’
‘Yes, don’t overdo it, Pertwhistle,’ said Aunt Violet. ‘We don’t need you having another trip to the hospital.’
A few minutes later, Lady Clarissa and Della reached the rock shelf. The surf was much bigger than the day before and every couple of minutes a shower sprayed over the ledge.
‘Mummy!’ Clementine shouted.
‘Oh, darling, I’m here,’ Lady Clarissa called back. She looked at the little channel, which was getting deeper by the second.
Uncle Digby and the others arrived just as Lady Clarissa was tying the rope securely around her middle.
‘Take this.’ She handed the end to Uncle Digby.
‘Oh, do be careful, Clarissa,’ said Aunt Violet, her voice fluttering.
‘I think we should all hold on,’ Uncle Digby said.
Mrs Dent wrapped her hands around Uncle Digby’s waist and Aunt Violet did the same to Mrs Dent. The three of them formed an anchor.
Lady Clarissa stepped down onto the rocks. Water swirled around her feet and she waded into the rushing tide.
‘Come as close as you can, sweetheart, and I’ll take Lavender first,’ Lady Clarissa directed.
Clementine did as she was told and within a minute Lavender was safely on the other side in Della’s arms.
‘Come on, darling, you’re next,’ Clarissa urged Clementine towards her. ‘Stay there, Freddy. I’ll be back for you in a minute.’
‘I’m okay,’ Freddy called.
Clementine turned and looked at her friend.
‘Go on,’ he said. ‘You’ll be all right.’
Clemen
tine reached out towards her mother. Lady Clarissa grabbed Clementine’s hand and hauled her across the swirling water. She hugged the child tight.
‘I’m sorry, Mummy, I’m sorry,’ Clementine sobbed.
Clarissa passed her to Uncle Digby before wading in for the third time. She reached out and grabbed Freddy’s hands. Together they scrambled up the rocks to safety.
‘Goodness me, whatever were you thinking coming out here on your own?’ Aunt Violet admonished the pair.
‘I’m just glad you’re safe,’ Mrs Dent said, giving Freddy a hug.
‘We would have been okay,’ said Freddy. ‘It might have been a bit scary in the dark, that’s all.’
‘Well, you’re lucky Della found you,’ Mrs Dent said. ‘If that’s what really happened.’
Della looked sheepish.
‘Della?’ Mrs Dent’s tone was not to be messed with.
‘It’s my fault,’ Della said, a tear rolling down her cheek.
Freddy and Clementine looked at each other in surprise.
‘I said that Freddy and Clementine were babies because they wouldn’t take me to see the seal and so I went on my own. But I was too scared. I went to the village instead and then I came to look at the rock pools,’ Della said, sniffling.
Lady Clarissa looked at Freddy and Clementine. ‘But why did you come here, if you’d already told Della you wouldn’t?’
‘Because Lavender escaped and we thought she’d followed Della to the cave,’ Clementine explained.
Mrs Dent looked at her granddaughter, a swell of disappointment rising in her chest. ‘Did you let Lavender out on purpose?’
‘No, Granny. I promise I didn’t. I thought I pulled the door shut. But I remember I left the gate open,’ Della sniffed. ‘I’m sorry. I really am. I love Freddy. He’s my brother.’
Aunt Violet looked at Freddy and winked. ‘Well, young man, I bet that’s not something you hear every day.’
Freddy grinned.
‘Did you really find a seal yesterday?’ Uncle Digby asked, breaking the tension.
Clementine nodded. She brushed the tears from her eyes and glanced back towards the cave.
As the group had been talking, the tide had risen much higher. Water was now rushing in and out of the little cave.
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