Emily, from her perch at the mast-head, could just see the girl’s head now, through the cabin skylight. Further forward, José had joined the children at their game, and was crawling about on hands and knees with all of them on his back--a fire-engine, of course, such as they had seen in the illustrated magazines from England. ‘Emily!’ called Harry: ‘Come and play!’ Down with a rush fell the curtain on all Emily’s cogitations. In a second she was once more a happy little animal--_any_ happy little animal. She slid down the shrouds like a real sailor, and in no time was directing the fire-fighting operations as imperiously as any other of this brigade of superintendents. iii That night in the Parliament of Beds there was raised at last a question which you may well be surprised had not been raised before. Emily had just reduced her family to silence by sheer ferocity, when Harry’s rapid, nervous, lisping voice piped up: ‘Emily, Emily may I ask you a question, please?’ ‘Go to sleep!’ There was a moment’s whispered confabulation. ‘But it’s very important, please, and we all want to know.’ ‘What?’ ‘Are these people pirates?’ Emily sat bolt upright with astonishment. ‘Of course not!’ Harry sounded rather crestfallen. ‘I don’t know ... I just thought they might....’ ‘But they _are_!’ declared Rachel firmly. ‘Margaret told me!’ ‘Nonsense!’ said Emily. ‘There aren’t any pirates nowadays.’ ‘Margaret said,’ went on Rachel, ‘that time we were shut up on the other ship she heard one of the sailors calling out pirates had come on board.’ Emily had an inspiration. ‘No, you silly, he must have said _pilots_.’ ‘What are pilots?’ asked Laura. ‘They Come On Board,’ explained Emily, lamely. ‘Don’t you remember that picture in the dining-room at home, called The Pilot Comes On Board?’ Laura listened with rapt attention. The explanation of what pilots were was not very illuminating; but then she did not know what pirates were either. So you might think the whole discussion meant very little to her, but there you would be wrong: the question was evidently important to the older ones, therefore she gave her whole mind to listening. The pirate heresy was considerably shaken. How could they say for certain which word Margaret had really heard? Rachel changed sides. ‘They can’t be pirates,’ she said. ‘Pirates are wicked.’ ‘Couldn’t we ask them?’ Edward persisted. Emily considered. ‘I don’t think it would be very polite.’ ‘I’m sure they wouldn’t mind,’ said Edward. ‘They’re awfully decent.’ ‘I think they mightn’t like it,’ said Emily. In her heart she was afraid of the answer; and if they were pirates, it would here again be better to pretend not to know. ‘I know!’ she said. ‘Shall I ask the Mouse with the Elastic Tail?’ ‘Yes, do!’ cried Laura. It was months since the oracle had been consulted; but her faith was still perfect. Emily communed with herself in a series of short squeaks. ‘He says they are _Pilots_,’ she announced.