to go, and she saw the smiling lady look down into the pool and heard her say, 'Why, how brown he is! Have you been to Spain for the holidays?' They flew down the street, but came to a stop when an old man, who was taking his dog for its evening walk, gave them a very strange look What shall we do? cried Nutty, we've left allour clothes there They stood there with water running from them, not knowing what to do. Three older boys were coming along the street towards them, and a group ofchildren on bicycles started riding round and round them. "Let's get home,' Nails said angrily. "We can't leave Jazz!' Nutty stopped and looked back, and just then Jazz appeared through the hole in the hedge. Usually, of course, Jazz's long hair was hidden under his turban. Sikhs never cut their hair, and although Jazz wanted to cut his, his parents wouldn't let him. Now, Jazz's swimming hat had fallen off, and he looked really wild with his long wet hair falling half- way down his body and covering his face. He came flying towards them, and cries of Stop! Stop!' came from the garden. Dogs in other gardens began to bark loudly, "Why didn't you tell me?' said Jazz unhappily. A bus was coming slowly along the road. By now the boys had started to run towards them, and the children on bicycles, still going round and round them, were shouting and laughing.