Five Run Away Together (Famous Five Book 3)
Book Details
Author(s)Enid Blyton
ISBN / ASINB007JNX5ZI
ISBN-13978B007JNX5Z0
Sales Rank149,514
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
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Famous Five 03 - Five Run Away Together By Enid Blyton
Chapter One
It was exciting, remembering all the things that had happened last year. It made George long all the more for the next day, when her three friends would arrive.
"I wish Mother would let us go and live on the island for a week," thought George. "That would be the greatest fun we could have. To live on my very own island!"
It was George's island. It really belonged to her mother, but she had said, two or three years back, that George could have it, and George now thought of it as really her
own. She felt that all the rabbits on it belonged to her, all the wild birds and other creatures.
"I'll suggest that we go there for a week, when the others come," she thought, excitedly. "We'll take our food and everything, and live there quite by ourselves. We shall feel like Robinson Crusoe."
She went to meet her cousins the next day, driving the pony and trap by herself. Her mother wanted to come, but she said she did not feel very well. George felt a bit worried about her. So often lately her mother had said she didn't feel very well. Perhaps it was the heat of the summer. The weather had been so very hot lately. Day after day had brought nothing but blue sky and sunshine. George had been burnt a dark-brown, and her eyes were startlingly blue in her sunburnt face. She had had her hair cut even shorter than usual, and it really was difficult to know whether she was a boy or a girl.
The train came in. Three hands waved madly from a window, and George shouted in delight...
Chapter One
It was exciting, remembering all the things that had happened last year. It made George long all the more for the next day, when her three friends would arrive.
"I wish Mother would let us go and live on the island for a week," thought George. "That would be the greatest fun we could have. To live on my very own island!"
It was George's island. It really belonged to her mother, but she had said, two or three years back, that George could have it, and George now thought of it as really her
own. She felt that all the rabbits on it belonged to her, all the wild birds and other creatures.
"I'll suggest that we go there for a week, when the others come," she thought, excitedly. "We'll take our food and everything, and live there quite by ourselves. We shall feel like Robinson Crusoe."
She went to meet her cousins the next day, driving the pony and trap by herself. Her mother wanted to come, but she said she did not feel very well. George felt a bit worried about her. So often lately her mother had said she didn't feel very well. Perhaps it was the heat of the summer. The weather had been so very hot lately. Day after day had brought nothing but blue sky and sunshine. George had been burnt a dark-brown, and her eyes were startlingly blue in her sunburnt face. She had had her hair cut even shorter than usual, and it really was difficult to know whether she was a boy or a girl.
The train came in. Three hands waved madly from a window, and George shouted in delight...










