"I"ll have to talk it over with Daddy," said Mother. "Now don"t look so disappointed - I can"t decide a thing like this all by myself in a hurry. But it may fit in quite well because I know Daddy has to go up north for a little while, and he would like me to go with him. So he might think a little caravanning quite a good idea. I"ll talk to him tonight."
"We could have Dobby to pull the caravan, Mummy," said Anne, her eyes bright. "Couldn"t we? He"d love to come. He has such a dull life now."
"We"ll see, we"ll see," said her mother, getting up. "Now you"d better all come in and wash. It"s nearly tea-time. Your hair is terrible, Anne. What have you been doing?"
Everyone rushed indoors to wash, feeling distinctly cheerful. Mother hadn"t said NO. She had even thought it might fit in quite well. Golly, to go off in a caravan all alone - doing their own cooking and washing - having Dobby for company, and Timmy as well, of course. How simply gorgeous.
The children"s father did not come home until late that evening, which was a nuisance, for n.o.body felt that they could wait for very long to know whether they might or might not go. Everyone but Julian was in bed when he came home, and even when he, too, came to bed he had nothing to report.
He stuck his head into the girls" bedroom. "Daddy"s tired and he"s having a late supper, and Mother won"t bother him till he"s feeling better. So we shan"t know till morning, worse luck!"
The girls groaned. How could they possibly go to sleep with thoughts of caravans floating deliciously in their heads - not knowing whether or not they would be allowed to go!
"Blow!" said George. "I shan"t go to sleep for ages. Get off my feet, Timmy. Honestly, it"s too hot to have you anywhere near me this weather."
In the morning good news awaited the four children. They sat down at the breakfast-table, all very punctual for once, and Julian looked expectantly at his mother. She smiled at him and nodded.
"Yes, we"ve talked it over," she said. "And Daddy says he doesn"t see why you shouldn"t have a caravan holiday. He thinks it would be good for you to go off and rough it a bit. But you will have to have two caravans, not one. We couldn"t have all four of you, and Timmy too, living in one caravan."
"Oh - but Dobby couldn"t pull two caravans, Mummy," said Anne.
"We can borrow another horse," said Julian. "Can"t we, Mother? Thanks awfully, Daddy, for saying we can go. It"s jolly sporting of you."
"Absolutely super," said d.i.c.k.
"Wizard!" said George, her fingers scratching Timmy"s head excitedly. "When can we go? Tomorrow?"
"Of course not!" said Julian. "We"ve got to get the caravans - and borrow a horse - and pack - and all sorts of things."
"You can go next week, when I take your mother up north with me," said his father. "That will suit us very well. We can give Cook a holiday, too, then. You will have to send us a card every single day to tell us how you are and where you are."
"It does sound thrilling," said Anne. "I really don"t feel as if I can eat any breakfast, Mummy."
"Well, if that"s the effect the idea of caravanning has on you, I don"t think you"d better go," said her mother. Anne hastily began to eat her shredded wheat, and her appet.i.te soon came back. It was too good to be true - to have two caravans - and two horses - and sleep in bunks perhaps - and cook meals outside in the open air - and ...
"You will be in complete charge, you understand, Julian," said the boy"s father. "You are old enough now to be really responsible. The others must realise that you are in charge and they must do as you say."
"Yes, sir," said Julian, feeling proud. "I"ll see to things all right."
"And Timmy will be in charge, too," said George. "He"s just as responsible as Julian."
"Woof," said Timmy, hearing his name, and thumping the floor with his tail.
"You"re a darling, Timmy," said Anne. "I"ll always do what you say, as well as what Julian says!"
"Idiot!" said d.i.c.k. He patted Timmy"s head. "I bet we wouldn"t be allowed to go without you, Timothy. You are a jolly good guard for anyone."
"You certainly wouldn"t be allowed to go without Timmy," said his mother. "We know you"ll be safe with him."
It was all most exciting. The children went off to talk things over by themselves when breakfast was finished.
"I vote we go caravanning up into the hills that boy spoke of, where the lake lies at the bottom - and camp there," said Julian. "We"d have company then - jolly exciting company, too. We wouldn"t live too near the circus camp - they might not like strangers b.u.t.ting in - but we"ll live near enough to see the elephant going for his daily walk, and the dogs being exercised ..."
"And we"ll make friends with n.o.bby, won"t we?" said Anne eagerly. "I liked him. We won"t go near his uncle, though. I think it"s queer that such a bad-tempered looking man should be the chief clown in a circus."
"I wonder when and where Mother will get the caravans!" said Julian. "Gosh, won"t it be fun when we see them for the first time!"
"Let"s go and tell Dobby!" said Anne. "He is sure to be excited, too!"
"Baby! He won"t understand a word you tell him!" said George. But off she went with Anne just the same, and soon Dobby was hearing all about the wonderful holiday plan. Hrrrrumph! So long as it included him, too, he was happy!
CHAPTER THREE
THE CARAVANS ARRIVE
At last the great day came when the two caravans were due to arrive. The children stood at the end of the drive for hours, watching for them.
Mother had managed to borrow them from an old friend of hers. The children had promised faithfully to look after them well, and not to damage anything. Now they stood at the end of the drive, watching eagerly for the caravans to arrive.
"They are being drawn by cars today," said Julian. "But they are fitted up to be horse-drawn, too. I wonder what they are like - and what colour they are?"
"Will they be like gypsy caravans, on high wheels, do you think?" asked Anne. Julian shook his head.
"No, they"re modern, Mother says. Streamlined and all that. Not too big either, because a horse can"t draw too heavy a van."
"They"re coming, they"re coming! I can see them!" suddenly yelled George, making them all jump. "Look, isn"t that them, far down the road?"
They all looked hard into the distance. No one had such good eyes as George, and all they could see was a blotch, a moving speck far away on the road. But George"s eyes saw two caravans, one behind the other.
"George is right," said Julian, straining his eyes. "It"s our caravans. They"re each drawn by a small car."
"One"s red and the other"s green," said Anne. "Bags I the red one. Oh, hurry up, caravans!"
At last they were near enough to see properly. The children ran to meet them. They certainly were very nice ones, quite modern and "streamlined", as Julian had said, well built and comfortable.
They almost reach the ground!" said Anne. "And look at the wheels, set so neatly into the side of the vans. I do like the red one, bags I the red one."
Each van had a little chimney, long, narrow windows down the two sides, and tiny ones in front by the driver"s seat. There was a broad door at the back and two steps down. Pretty curtains fluttered at the open windows.
"Red curtains for the green caravan, and green ones for the red caravan!" said Anne. "Oh, I want to go inside!"
But she couldn"t because the doors were locked. So she had to be content to run with the others up the drive after the two caravans, shouting loudly:
"Mummy! They"re here, the caravans are here."