but we don't want her to worry,so we shan't say anything about the North Sea.So the telegram mustn't come from Holland.'
'but we must send one,'said Susan.
'we will,' said Daddy,'but I'll send it first to a friend of mine at Shotley,and ask him to send it to your mother at Pin Mill.she'll think it's come from Shotley and that you're there.she won't be very pleased with you,but I can't do anything about that.And now,we'd better go and find the Post Office to send the telegram.'
the children had been on the moving deck of a yacht for so long that at first they found it difficult to walk straight on dry land.they walked slowly through streets with tables outside the cafes and people wearing strange clothes.they reached the Post Office at last and Daddy sent the telegram.
'nothing more we can do now,'he said,as they came out again into the fresh air,'and we've got two hours before the tide turns and we can sail back.what about something to eat?'
'A good idea,Daddy,'said Roger happily.
'Thought you might like it,'said Daddy.'come on.'
they found a cafe with tables outside,and sat down.
Suddenly all the children realized that it was a long,long time since they had eaten.they were very hungry and they ate very well.then John found that his eyes were closing,but he woke up again to help tell Daddy how they had saved Sinbad,the baby cat,from the sea.
they bought some bread and milk for the voyage back to Harwich,and also five pairs of Dutch wooden shoes-a pair for each of the chlidren and a fifth pair as a present for Bridget back at home.then they found their way back to the Goblin.the Dutch pilot was there,with a crowd of Dutch children.