music-stand. So you could run faster when you need to.â
They began to giggle. Mrs Foster, down below, looked up in surprise.
âWe are, though,â said Maria. âSeriously, I mean, changing all the time. Growing up. Getting taller and growing new teeth.â
âThatâs different.â
âMore peculiar,â said Maria, âbecause you know itâs happening.â
But Martin had lost interest. He was examining the postcards at the exit. They each bought two rather mutedpostcards of fossils (âWouldnât you rather have a nice view?â said Mrs Foster. âOr one of the beach?â), and then set off on the climb up through the town back to the house. It seemed a very much shorter walk than it had ever done before. Disconcertingly soon they were outside the drive gates and Martin was saying, âWell, âbye thenâ¦â and, more politely, âthank you for having me.â
Lying in bed that night, waiting for sleep, Maria floated back in her mind to the night before. Same bed, same window, same curtains. But between them twenty-four hours of time during which things had happened. Nothing in particular (except that I had a nice time with Martin at that museum) but time none the less, which changes everything. Even, she thought, me. Iâm not the same as I was last night. Not absolutely exactly the same. I look the same â except that I suppose Iâm just a very tiny bit bigger, because I must have grown â but Iâm not the same, not quite the same, because Iâve seen things and done things and thought things I hadnât this time yesterday.
Downstairs, her motherâs voice came up in fragmented clips of a conversation with her father ââ¦not at all a tiresome boy, really⦠fascinated by the museum, for some reason⦠positively chattering, she wasâ¦â
And I might, Maria thought, falling away into sleep, I just might tell Martin sometime about that sampler, and the cocks, because he might think theyâre interesting too. But Iâm not sure yet. Iâll have to think about that.
Chapter Five
T HE D AY THAT WAS A LMOST E NTIRELY D IFFERENT
â GRYPHAEA ,â SAID MARTIN. âItâs a Mesozoic oyster.â
âI wonder what they were like to eat?â
âOK for ichthyosauruses, presumably,â said Martin, âwith a nice piece of toast.â
Gryphaea was a kind of fossil that the beach provided in abundance, curled grey stones like snails. They had five of them now.
âWhat we need,â said Martin, âis a brontosaurus vertebra. Some hope.â
They were examining the books in the library. In the hall, Mrs Foster passed once or twice, looking into the room as she did so. Martinâs presence unnerved her: she expected him to break something.
âWhy donât you go and play outside, you two?â
âWeâre just going to,â said Martin blandly. He was verygood with grown-ups, Maria could see, in a way that she was not. It usually ended up with them doing what he wanted, rather than the other way around. Mrs Foster went into the kitchen and closed the door.
âJames nicked my Stomechinus yesterday. I found it, though. And I belted him â not hard â and he told Mum and I got sent to bed early.â
James, Maria thought, was brother, not cousin. About four. It was hard to be sure, though â she never could sort them all out. She nodded sympathetically.
âYou canât win,â said Martin with sudden gloom, âwhen youâre the eldest. Whatever you do, you shouldnât have because youâre old enough to know better. And you spend your life fetching things from upstairs. Other peopleâs jerseys. Look â thereâs a fantastic fossil! Sâpose we found one of those!â They had come across a book with particularly clear and satisfactory illustrations.
âWe wonât.â
âWe