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The Bat Sprites. Linda Chapman
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isbn 9780007411740
Автор произведения Linda Chapman
Жанр Детская проза
Издательство HarperCollins
“We’d really better find that sixth gem before the shadow creatures do!” agreed Sophie, jumping to her feet.
There was the sound of a key in the front door.
“Mrs B and Anthony!” hissed Sophie. “Quick! Give me the Shadow Files!”
Sam passed the book to her and she slipped it into the big inside pocket of her waistcoat.
“We’re back!” called Mrs Benton. Mrs B did all the cooking and cleaning at Keeper’s Cottage, and when Sophie and Anthony’s parents were away for work, she helped Grandpa look after the twins.
“PHWEEEEEEEEE!” There was the sound of a football whistle blowing as Anthony, Sophie’s twin brother, followed Mrs B in.
Mrs B came through to the kitchen. “Hello, duckies.”
Anthony was right behind Mrs B. He had thick blond hair like Sophie and the same sporty, athletic build. “Oh, great!” he groaned loudly, as he looked at Sam. “You’re here!”
“If you don’t like it then you could just go away again,” Sophie suggested. “For good.”
“Ha ha.” Anthony pulled a face at her. “There really should be a law about being as unfunny as you!”
“And there should be a law about being as dumb as you!” retorted Sophie.
“PHWEEEEEEEEE!” Anthony blew his whistle at her.
“Fetch it, Nigel!” Sophie pointed to Anthony. With a squawk Nigel flew off her shoulder and plucked the whistle out of Anthony’s hand.
“Hey!” Anthony spluttered, as Nigel gave it to Sophie.
She twirled it round in her fingers. “Oops, looks like you lost your whistle!”
“Give it back!” said Anthony, angrily.
Sophie folded her arms. “Gonna make me?”
“Now, now, twins,” said Mrs B. She plucked the whistle out of Sophie’s fingers and gave it back to Anthony, who put it in his jeans pocket. “That will do. No more blowing that whistle in the house though,” she warned him. “Now go and take your football boots off and then move your night things into Sophie’s room. You’ll be sleeping in there for the next few nights.”
“WHAT?” Sophie and Anthony both gave her looks of complete horror.
Mrs B nodded. “The decorator who’s painting your room didn’t have time to finish everything today, Anthony. He’ll be back on Monday and will finish then.”
Anthony gaped. “I can’t share with Sophie!”
“No way!” Sophie said, agreeing with Anthony for about the first time in her life. “And anyway, Sam’s staying over tonight, Mrs B!”
“So, you can all share together.” Mrs B beamed at them all. “It’ll be fun!”
Fun! Sophie blinked. Sharing a bedroom with Anthony would be about as much fun as sharing with a Swamp Boggle!
“Oh, come on, Mrs B,” Anthony pleaded. “What about the spare room? Can’t I sleep in there?”
“No, I’m sorry, Anthony-duckie, but I’m storing some things for my niece up there. There are boxes all over the bed.”
“So, I’ll move them or… or sleep on the floor!” Anthony said. “Anything would be better than sharing with those two weirdos.”
“Don’t say things like that, Anthony. I’m afraid you just can’t stay in the spare room,” Mrs B said, patiently. “There’s valuable china in those boxes. In fact, I don’t want any of you going up there at all.” She glanced down at them all. “You’ll have a lovely time tonight, just think of it like being at a party!”
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