Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT 'Woof,' said Timmy, agreeing, and wagged his tail vigorously. He pawed at one of the parcels, and Anne gave a delighted laugh. 'That's my present to you!' she said. 'You knew it was for you, Tim- you smelt the bone inside.'

'Darling, darling Tim, how clever you are! You stored all our presents safely in your kennel, so that we'd have them on Christmas morning after all! I'll undo your parcel and you'll have my present first of all!' 'WOOF, WOOF, WOOF!' barked Timmy, in delight, and not even Uncle Quentin frowned at the tremendous noise. 'Good old Timmy! Open your parcel and then go indoors and gnaw your bone, while you watch the others open theirs.' Happy Christmas to all the Five- and especially to you, Timmy-dog, especially to you!

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