The villa was small and square in its little garden. The flowers in the garden smelt beautiful and we could hear the sound of insects singing together. As soon as we saw it, we wanted to live there. Spiro now looked after us. 'Don'ts you worrys yourselfs about anythings, Mrs Durrells," he said. "Leaves everythings to He took us shopping and laughed at the prices until they came down. He spoke to someone at the bank when our money was late from England. He paid the hotel bill, put our bags in the car and drove us to the house. But Spiro was not just our taxi-driver. He was also our friend. He watched us like a kind uncle, and he loved Mother. "Be carefuls,' he often said. "We don'ts wants to worrys your mothers. "Why not?" Larry always answered. "She's never done anything for us why should we think about how she feels? Master Larrys, that's not finny!' "He's right, Spiro,' Leslie said seriously. She's not a very good mother. 'Don't says that Spiro shouted. With a mothers likes yours, you musts kisses her feets. Now the house was our home, we all started to do the things we were interested in. Margo put on a very small swim- suit and sat in the sun. Larry spent the day in his room,