The Enid Blyton Society

Enid Blyton in March

Enid Blyton in February

As we have so many new Famous Five Club members who are most interested in the little Children’s Home we help to run, I am going to say a few words especially to these new members — but I know that all my readers will be interested, whether they are F.F. members or not, because a Children’s Home is a very worth-while thing.

Our little Home can take 30 children, all under five. We take children who have been very ill; children whose mothers are in hospital, sometimes for as long as a year; children whose fathers are in prison, and whose mothers must go out to work; children who have been half starved, or who have been cruelly treated; and children whose parents do not want them, which is always a very sad thing.

Well — someone must take care of these little things, someone must give them a home and loving care, and that is why we have our little Home — a happy, well-run place where any ill, unhappy or unwanted child is welcome. And, because I know that children love to help other children, I have always asked our Famous Five Club members to remember our little Home, and to help all they can…New cots, new curtains, a lovely playground, a canopy for prams to stand under, gay little chairs and tables, birthday presents, Christmas presents — these are some of the things that the Famous Five Club have helped to buy.

DAFFODIL
There she dances, dressed in gold,
While the March winds, frosty-cold,
Blow her gown so frilly;
Like a maiden, slim and fair,
Tossing back her golden hair,
Yellow daffodilly!

Enid Blyton's Treasury of Verse, Purnell

A fat little policeman came up to them. He put his hand heavily on Skip’s shoulder.

Enid Blyton in March"You mustn't giggle here, you know,
Or else to prison you must go.
This is not the Land of Giggles — "

He stopped and looked at the brownies. The brownies looked back. Evidently he expected them to finish the rhyme.

"Oh dear!" thought Hop. "Whatever will make a rhyme for giggles? What an awful word!"

The policeman coughed and repeated his lines again. Then he took out his notebook. Hop began to tremble.

"This is not the Land of Giggles," said the policeman in an awful, this-is-the-last-time sort of voice.

"How your little finger wiggles!" said Hop suddenly.

The policeman looked at his little finger in surprise. It wasn’t wiggling. Still, Hop had made a rhyme, so he closed up his notebook and marched solemnly off.

"Come in!" cried a voice. They opened the door and went in. Oooh! The wind rushed out at them and nearly blew them off their feet!

"Good-day!" said the Windy Wizard. He was a most peculiar-looking person, for he had long hair and a very long beard and a cloak that swept to the ground, but, as the wind blew his hair and beard and cloak up and down and round about all the time, it was very difficult to see what he was really like!

"Good-day," said Peter and Chinky, staring at the wizard. He hadn't a very comfortable house to live in, Peter thought, because there were draughts everywhere, round his legs, down his neck, behind his knees! And all the cottage was full of a whispering, sighing sound as if a wind was talking to itself all the time.

Use your legs, and use your eyes, but don't use your tongue very much when you go to find the animals of the fields and woods. Your bicycle may take you to a good starting-off place for your seeking, but your legs are the best things you can use for hunting along ditches, hiding behind bushes, and jumping over streams.

You can see a score of exciting things if you pad along quietly in the woods and fields, but if you want to watch something closely, or to make friends with any animal, you must sit down and keep still.

You will find that when you sit down and keep a watch all round you, all sorts of little things happen. That fern-frond over there is set waving, but not by the wind. Who has moved it? Then the dry leaves at the bottom of the near-by ditch begin to rustle. Something is walking over them. What is it?

Then a bunny's head pops out of the bunny-hole at your elbow, or Master Stoat comes slinking round a corner. You never know what is going to happen, or what you are going to see.

Penny was feeding the three lambs, happy because she was doing it all by herself. Rory, Sheila and Benjy slipped off with their lunch and made their way down the sunken lane towards the far-off woods. The March sun shone down and warmed them. The celandines in the lane lifted up their polished faces and smiled. It was a lovely day for an adventure.