Sam the Suitcase lives with the Nuttall family at 4 Lilac Lane, Littletown. Along with his friends Harriet the Handbag, Walter the Walking Stick and Seamus the Shillelagh, Sam has some hair-raising and heart-warming adventures. P. D. Reid's charming and imaginative collection of Sam the Suitcase stories will delight children and keep bed time reading interesting!
Sam the Suitcase lives with the Nuttall family at 4 Lilac Lane, Littletown. Along with his friends Harriet the Handbag, Walter the Walking Stick and Seamus the Shillelagh, Sam has some hair-raising and heart-warming adventures. P. D. Reid's charming and imaginative collection of Sam the Suitcase stories will delight children and keep bed time reading interesting!
Sam the Suitcase lives with the Nuttall family at 4 Lilac Lane, Littletown. Along with his friends Harriet the Handbag, Walter the Walking Stick and Seamus the Shillelagh, Sam has some hair-raising and heart-warming adventures. P. D. Reid's charming and imaginative collection of Sam the Suitcase stories will delight children and keep bed time reading interesting!
Merseyside. She now lives in a village near Chester with her husband. Later in life she obtained a degree from the Open University. The author has also spent some time working in a hospital in Zambia. She enjoys walking in the countryside, poetry, afternoon cream teas and the company of friends and family.
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Contents
SAM THE SUITCASE GOES ON HOLIDAY 9 SAM THE SUITCASE GETS LOST 19 SAM THE SUITCASE GOES TO A JUMBLE SALE 32 A CHRISTMAS SURPRISE FOR SAM THE SUITCASE 47
Sam the Suitcase goes on Holiday
Sam the suitcase lived with the Nuttall family at 4 Lilac Lane, Littletown. Mr and Mrs Nuttall had three children, a boy called Tom and twin girls called Molly and Polly. Sam was a big roomy suitcase made of soft brown leather. He had a shiny, silky lining coloured pale pink and two big elasticated pockets which were used for odds and ends and bits and pieces. He had two brass locks and two keys to match. For most of the year, Sam lived on the top of an enormous wooden wardrobe in Mr and Mrs Nuttalls bedroom. Once, he was stored in a dark, gloomy attic for weeks and weeks and he hated every minute but that is another story. Every year in summer time, Sam was lifted carefully down
from the wardrobe, dusted and rubbed down with lavender perfumed wax polish until he shone and shone. His inside was brushed and he was turned upside down and shaken until not a particle of dust was left inside. Often, Mrs Nuttall found a ribbon, a handkerchief or a stocking forgotten from last years holiday stuffed into one of his big elasticated pockets.
Sam had a long rip on his lid. It had been stitched up neatly by the local cobbler, who mended leather bags and suitcases which had come undone or lost their stitches. Sam remembered getting that tear when he had been loaned out to a neighbour who had treated him very badly. He had been sat upon, kicked and generally knocked about. The tip of an umbrella had been stabbed carelessly into his lid making a long shaggy rip. Sam was so relieved when he was returned to the Nuttall family. Mrs Nuttall had given him an extra dust with the lavender perfumed wax polish and he felt much better.
Summer time arrived and the Nuttall family were going on holiday. A few days before they were due to go, Sam was brought downstairs. His lid was left open and every day Mr or Mrs Nuttall, or Tom or Molly and Polly, would pop something into his roomy inside. Shirts, socks, soap, toothbrushes, trousers and big fluffy bath towels, buckets and spades, swimming costumes and beach shoes were all dropped into Sams tummy. He was becoming very excited.
When Saturday morning arrived, Mr and Mrs Nuttall, Tom, Molly and Polly set off in the familys big red car. Sam was placed in the boot with some sunbeds and mackintoshes and he just could not see
where he was going. After about three hours, Sam thought that he could smell the sea. Sure enough, he felt the car stop and all the family climbed out by a big hotel just near to the seashore. Tom was helping his father with the luggage. He tried to lift Sam out of the boot but Sam stayed firm. He was far too heavy for Tom to lift. Mr Nuttall took hold of Sams handle, lifted him easily out of the car and carried him up the hotel steps. Sam found himself in Mr and Mrs Nuttalls hotel bedroom. There was a big bed, a cupboard with drawers, a dressing table and an easy chair but no wardrobe in the room. Sam was unpacked. As there wasnt a wardrobe in the room, after he was completely empty Sam found himself pushed underneath the big bed. He could not see a thing except for a green candlewick bedspread with long tassels which covered the bed and hung over his eyes. Sam was upset. As the week went on, he became sadder and sadder. The bed was quite near to the window, which in turn looked on to the beach. If the window was left open, Sam could hear, if not see, what was happening outside. The Nuttall family spent every day on the beach. Sam could hear Tom and Mr Nuttall playing cricket and Molly and Polly paddling and splashing about in the sea. If only Sam could watch what was happening!
Towards the middle of the week, Mr and Mrs Nuttall came into the bedroom and Sam heard them talking about a picnic on the beach. They would make sandwiches, take a flask of coffee and some chocolate biscuits. It would be a change from hotel lunches. It was all arranged. Goodness me, Mrs Nuttall said. Ive left the picnic basket at home. The string shopping basket was too small to hold the big vacuum flask, and the sandwiches would be squashed. Mrs Nuttall thought and thought.
Molly and Polly were excited to have a picnic, though Tom wasnt too bothered. Mrs Nuttall did not want to disappoint them. Suddenly, she thought of big roomy Sam. He was hauled out from under the bed and taken down to the hotel kitchen. He was packed up with cheese and tomato bread rolls and strawberry jam sandwiches. There were some chocolate biscuits wrapped in silver paper in case they melted. There was a sultana and cherry cake cut into five big square slices. A large flask of sweet, milky coffee was made and a bottle of dandelion and burdock included in the picnic. All the food and drink was packed inside Sam. He smelt so good with the freshly-cut sandwiches and the delicious coffee. Molly popped in five big oranges in case anyone was still hungry. They added to the lovely aroma in Sams tummy. Sam accompanied the family to the beach, carried by Mr Nuttall. He was so happy. Molly and Polly made a great big sand castle which Tom decorated with shells, seaweed and brightly coloured flags. Mr Nuttall went for a long swim, then played bat and ball with the children. Mrs Nuttall relaxed in a red and blue deck chair. She put on big straw hat and covered herself with a golden liquid called suntan lotion. She started to read a book but soon fell asleep. Sam took in the scene. The sea smelled fresh and the sun shone down. He could hear the children laughing and chattering.
It was soon time for lunch. Sams lid was opened. A big yellow spotted tablecloth was placed over a nearby rock. The sandwiches were unpacked and the biscuits and slices of cake were put on paper serviettes. Mrs Nuttall poured out the dandelion and burdock and the coffee into five cups. The children preferred the fizzy drink, while Mr and Mrs Nuttall enjoyed the hot
coffee. As there was some coffee left in the flask, Mrs Nuttall screwed on the top. The picnic was almost over. Suddenly, a big black cloud appeared and Sam felt a sprinkling of rain on his lid. He thought that it would soon go away but the rain continued to fall hard and fast.
Mrs Nuttall caught up the tablecloth, the plates and the flask and threw them into Sam. The deck chair,
towel, buckets and spades were gathered together quickly. Mrs Nuttall, Tom, Polly and Molly ran towards the hotel. Mr Nuttall grasped Sams sturdy handle in one hand and strode to the hotel with a big beach ball under his other arm. Sam felt a warm, wet trickle inside. Whatever could be the matter? Goodness me, he thought. Mrs Nuttall had not screwed the top of the flask on tightly enough and the remainder of the coffee had spilled into his pink silky lining. Back at the hotel, Sam was unpacked. He was full of crumbs, sand, a squashed tomato and a few sultanas. Mrs Nuttall turned him upside down and shook him vigorously. She wiped him inside with a warm, soapy cloth which removed most of the coffee stain. His lid was left open and he was soon dry and fresh and clean again. Despite his accident, he had so enjoyed himself being with the family on the beach. One good thing came out of Sams adventure. He was not put back under the bed but was placed on the window ledge for the rest of the holiday, where he had a clear view of the beach every day. At the end of the week, Sam was packed full again and made his way back home to Littletown with the tired but happy family .Soon, he was back at 4 Lilac Lane, Littletown, in his usual place on top of the big wooden wardrobe. He was happy and content and was looking forward to his next holiday adventure.
Sam the Suitcase gets Lost
Sam the Suitcase lived with the Nuttall family at 4 Lilac Lane, Littletown. For most of the year, he lived on top of the wardrobe, in Mr and Mrs Nuttalls bedroom. Today, Sam had been brought downstairs and placed on the big hall stand in the corner of the hall. The hall stand was made from mahogany and was very strong. It was quite an exciting time for Sam because he got to know several new friends. In particular, he liked Harriet the Handbag, who draped herself over the shiny wooden knob of the hall stand to make more room for Sam. Harriet the Handbag was very pretty. She was made of white leather with a real silver clasp. She belonged to Mrs Nuttall and went out shopping with her every week. Sams other new companions were Walter the Walking Stick and Seamus the Shillelagh. They also lived on the hall stand, propped up on the rack with their feet in the drip-tray. Walter was tall with a curved handle. He was made of ash wood and belonged to Mr Nuttall, who took him out on long walks. Sometimes he loaned him to Grandad Nuttall when he came to stay, as he was a bit wobbly on his legs. Walter was very friendly and talked to Sam a lot.
Seamus the Shillelagh was made of old, strong blackthorn. He was very twisted with lots of knobbly ends, but he was a grand walking stick. Mr Nuttall had brought him home one day from a holiday in Ireland. Seamus also went on walks and was used to clear pathways and beat down brambles and bracken when Mr and Mrs Nuttall and their twin daughters Molly and Polly and their son Tom went blackberrying or
gathering hazelnuts and rosehips on their autumn walks. Seamus was also very friendly towards Sam, but Sam had to listen very intently as Seamus talked with an unusual accent. Another new companion who lived on the hall stand was Ulrick the Umbrella. He was a bit stiff and starchy and was not quite as friendly as Walter and Seamus. Ulrick was fairly tall, very black and shiny and had lots and lots of sharp ends. He had a fancy carved handle made of ivory and he thought he was a bit above everyone else on the hall stand. During the winter, Mr Nuttall took him to work every day, which made Ulrick feel very important. He often came in dripping wet with rain and very shiny. He didnt care much where he dripped and often filled the drip-tray with rain drops, soaking Walter and Seamus when he shook himself. However, Ulrick hated windy weather. One day he was blown inside out, but that is another story. In addition to Walter, Seamus, Harriet, Ulrick and now, Sam, the hall stand was covered in hats, coats and scarves. Molly and Polly had two lovely red and white striped scarves and bobble hats to match. Toms scarf and hat were bright blue. The new companions talked together. Walter and Seamus asked Sam lots of questions. They wanted to know what it was like to live on top of a wardrobe, as neither of them had ever been into Mr and Mrs Nuttalls bedroom. Harriet knew a little as sometimes she was kept on Mrs Nuttalls dressing table. Occasionally Mrs Nuttall needed to have new lipsticks, clean lace handkerchiefs or fresh face powder put in a compact, and these were always kept inside Harriet for Mrs Nuttalls use. Sam
answered all the questions and even told his new friends how he had got the rip in his lid. He told them how he loved to be cleaned and shone with his lavender perfumed polish. To everyones surprise, the Hall Stand spoke up and said that he too liked to be rubbed until he shone with yellow beeswax, but he was often forgotten as he was covered with so many walking sticks, clothes and bags. After this long discussion, it was Sams turn to ask a question. He wondered if anyone knew the reason why he had been moved on to the hall stand. Walter the Walking Stick had an idea that Basil the Briefcase had broken his fastener and was being repaired at the menders. Basil always accompanied Mr Nuttall to the office every day and was the home for letters, papers, files and accounts. However, since he had broken his fastener, he couldnt be trusted not to fly open and let the files and letters and all the paperwork escape and blow away. He had to be repaired and he would take a whole week to mend.
As Sam the Suitcase had two shiny brass locks with well-fitting keys, Mr Nuttall had decided that it would be a good idea to use Sam instead of Basil the Briefcase until he was mended. Walters explanation was exactly true. Mr Nuttall came on Monday morning and took Sam to the office, filled with important paperwork.. Sam was delighted with his new job. Every evening on his return from the office, he related all that had happened to Harriet, Walter, Seamus and Ulrick if he was interested. It was very exciting as Mr Nuttall travelled to his office by train. Sam had never been on a train before and was so proud to accompany Mr Nuttall every day.
It was Friday, the end of the working week. Mr Nuttall was very busy and in a hurry that morning and he dashed out of the house, grabbing Sam on his way. They nearly missed the train. Once in the carriage, Sam was placed on the luggage rack. The train arrived at Waterloo Station. Mr Nuttall was in such a hurry, that he grabbed his hat, gloves and newspaper and ran from the train, forgetting all about Sam. Sam was so bewildered. He just did not know what to do. The train started up again and Sam saw the signs for Waterloo Station flash past. He was the only thing left in the carriage. He began to worry and get upset. The train travelled on until it arrived at a place called Terminal. Sam didnt know where that was and wondered if it was a small village. The train stopped here for a very long time.
Sam began to cry. At last, he heard a man come into the carriage. He was a guard, who had come to inspect the train. Please, please find me, thought Sam. The guard looked in the corners of the carriage, under the seats and finally raised his eyes to the luggage rack. Goodness me, someone has forgotten a lovely suitcase! I will have to take him to the Lost Property Office. He grasped Sams sturdy handle and lifted him down. It was only then that Sam noticed that the guard had three umbrellas, two pairs of gloves and a wallet under his arm, all of which had also been forgotten by their owners. Sam began to feel a little better as there were others in the same predicament.
The guard stepped off the train and made his way up the platform. He climbed two flights of stairs, where he came to an office with a big sign in green paint reading Lost Property Office. The guard handed Sam to another man who was obviously in charge of lost goods, along with the gloves, umbrellas and the wallet. This man took down lots of details about the lost property: the number of the train, the places where the train had been coming from and going to and, of course, the date and time that the articles were found. Sam had a label stuck on his lid with these details and then he was placed on a shelf in the office next to lots and lots of other suitcases.
Sam could hardly believe his eyes at the sight of all this lost property and left luggage. There were so many handbags and briefcases and dozens of pairs of gloves and mittens. There were hats galore: trilbies, toppers
and tam-oshanters, bowlers, berets and bonnets. But by far and away the most numerous of lost articles were umbrellas. There were hundreds and hundreds. New ones, old ones, black ones, coloured ones, fancy ones, and fold-up ones. Sam was amazed. He was even more surprised to see lots of dolls and teddy bears who had been forgotten and left on trains by children. He felt very sorry for them. Sam tried to settle down for the rest of the day, and the night, as it turned out. At one point he became very worried as he heard an old tin trunk in conversation with an umbrella. They had both been in the Lost Property Office for six months and had never ever been claimed by their owners. They were talking about a sale which was due at the end of the month. They gave Sam to understand that any goods that had not been reclaimed after a certain length of time were sold off to the public. They were not very upset as they were so fed up at being left there so long that they were hoping to be bought by nice new owners. However, Sam continued to worry all night long. Next morning at nine oclock sharp, the Lost Property Office was opened up. Every so often ladies and gentlemen came up to the office, gave descriptions of their lost articles then pointed to baggage, gloves and umbrellas that belonged to them. After the man in charge of the office checked the details and was certain that the articles belonged to the ladies and gentlemen, they were returned to their rightful owners who were so delighted to find what they had lost. Sam the Suitcase waited all day. By five oclock he had not been claimed. He was very, very sad. He knew from the tin trunk that the office closed at six oclock.
He would have to wait all over the weekend if no-one came soon. The station clock struck half past five. Suddenly, he saw Mr and Mrs Nuttall, Tom, Molly and Polly walking towards the Lost Property Office. Sam heard Mr Nuttall describe him to the man in charge of the office and gave all the details of the train on which he had been lost and the name of the station. Sam began to get excited. He was so relieved to see his family. The man in charge of the office started to look at his notepad and walked towards the shelf where the suitcases were piled up, right next to the umbrellas. Now the left luggage office was very dusty, and in his excitement at seeing the Nuttall family, Sam sneezed and caused an umbrella to fall down and block him almost from view. The man in charge of the Lost Property Office scratched his head for he could not see Sam at all. Tom, Molly and Polly could just see over the office counter into the big dusty left luggage room. They looked from shelf to shelf but could not see Sam. Mr Nuttall put on his glasses and Mrs Nuttall screwed up her eyes for a better view. Suddenly, Tom saw the corner of a brown suitcase with a rip in the lid. There he is, theres Sam, he cried, pointing towards the suitcase. The man in charge of the Lost Property Office moved the offending umbrella to uncover Sam, who was handed over to the grateful Mr Nuttall. The whole family were delighted to see Sam again. Apparently Mr Nuttall had realised that he had lost Sam when he arrived at the office. As the next day was a Saturday, the whole family had decided to come into town together to reclaim Sam. However, they had
decided to make a day of it in town, and Mr and Mrs Nuttall had done some shopping first, then taken the children to the park by the river, and finally had afternoon tea and cream scones in a cafe before returning to the station to claim Sam. In fact, Mr Nuttall had known Sam was safe all the time because he had telephoned the Lost Property Office straight away and made arrangements to collect him. The Nuttall family set off for home with Sam who was so relieved and happy. When the family arrived home, Sam was opened and the letters, accounts, files and papers were removed and put inside Basil the Briefcase, who had been returned home and repaired beautifully. As Sam had been in the dusty office for over 24 hours, Mrs Nuttall got out her soft yellow cleaning cloth and the lavender perfumed wax polish and dusted Sam to perfection. Sam told Harriet the Handbag, Walter the Walking Stick, and Seamus the Shillelagh all about his adventure. Even Ulrick the Umbrella listened in on the conversation and the hall stand knew everything that had happened. Soon Sam left his new-found friends and was returned to his own safe place on top of the wardrobe in Mr and Mrs Nuttalls bedroom at 4 Lilac Lane, Littletown.
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