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THE RILLOBY FAIR MYSTERY
Enid Blyton
COPYRIGHT INFORMATION
Copyright© 1950 Enid Blyton.
Published by Wildside Press, LLC
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CHAPTER 1
FIRST DAY OF THE HOLIDAYS
“ ’Morning, Mother! ’Morning, Dad!” said Roger, and ruffled his father’s hair as he passed him, and dropped a kiss on his mother’s curls.
“Don’t do that, Roger,” said his father impatiently, smoothing his hair down. “Why are you late for breakfast? And where’s Diana?”
“Can’t imagine,” said Roger cheerfully, helping himself to an enormous plateful of porridge. “Asleep, I suppose.”
“Never mind,” said his mother. “It’s only the second day of the holidays. Roger, you can’t possibly eat all that porridge—with sausages to follow.”
“Oh, jolly good,” said Roger, sitting down in front of his great plateful. “Any fried onions with them?”
“Not at breakfast-time, Roger. You know we don’t have onions then.”
“I can’t imagine why not,” said Roger. He began to eat his porridge, craning his neck to read the back of his father’s newspaper.
As the newspaper was folded in two, the reading matter was upside down for Roger, and his father glanced at him irritably.
“Roger! What are you screwing your head round like that for? Have you got a stiff neck?”
“No—only just reading that exciting bit in the paper about the dog that... ”
“Well, don’t. You know it’s bad manners to read a paper when someone else is reading it,” said his father. “Don’t they teach you manners at school?”
“No. They think we learn them at home,” said Roger cheekily.
Mr. Lynton glared over the top of his newspaper. “Well, then, perhaps I’d better teach you a few these holidays,” he began. And just at that moment Diana burst into the room, beaming.
“Hallo, Mother! ’Morning, Dad! I say, isn’t this a heavenly day—all daffodils and primroses and sunshine! Gosh, I do love the Easter hols.”
“Get your porridge, dear,” said her mother. “Roger, you haven’t taken
