‘Come on, Mary!’ said Andy. ‘Look at the time. We’ve got to
get back to the hotel. Mum said eight o’clock at the latest. It’s
almost that now.’
‘Just a minute,’ said Mary. ‘I want to see what’s in here.
Quick!’ She took her brother by the hand and pulled him
through the half-open front door of a house.
‘Hey …’ began Andy. ‘Mary, what are you doing? We
can’t go in here. This is someone’s house.’
Sometimes he couldn’t believe the things his sister did.
She was always getting them into trouble1 – and he usually
had to get them out.