You sat idly on your bed, in the room you were said to sleep in for the rest of the holiday at Dick's aunt's house, Aunt Fanny. Of course, Quentin and Fanny Kirrin were both perplexed as to why you were there with Anne, Dick and Julian, but you soon explained it was because your parents were away to Scotland with the other three's parents.

You were sleeping at the top of the bunk bed until you heard a slight shift at the bed below you. Then, you looked across at the other bed. In it lay the figure of another child, curled up under the bed-clothes. You could just see the top of a curly head, and that was all.

When the figure stirred up a little, you spoke, ‘I say, are you Georgina?’ you spoke.

The child in the opposite bed sat up and looked across at you. She had very short curly hair, almost as short as a boy's. Her face was burnt a dark- brown with the sun, and her very blue eyes looked as bright as forget-me-nots in her face. But her mouth was rather sulky, and she had a frown like her father's. ‘No,’ she said. ‘I'm not Georgina.’ ‘Then who are you?’ you asked curiously. ‘I'm George,’ said the girl. ‘I shall only answer if you call me George. I hate being a girl.’ she said with a frown that was on her face since she woke up.

This was odd, you thought. But remember what Dick said, you thought again. Don't judge people if they don't judge you.