in?"
The door of the second caravan opened and a young man looked out — a huge young man with a mop of yellow hair, a bright red shirt and a broad smile.
"Hiya, Rubber!" he called. "We got here first. Come along in — Skippy's got some food ready."
Mr. India-rubber walked sadly up the steps of Bufflo's caravan. The door shut.
"This is really rather exciting," said Dick. "An india-rubber man — Bufflo and Skippy, whoever they may be -and a man with tame snakes next to us. Whatever next!"
Anne called to them. "Do come in. Timmy's whining like anything."
They went up the steps of her caravan and found that Anne had got ready a light supper for them — a ham sandwich each, a piece of fruit cake l.nd an orange.
"I'll have a pickled onion with my sandwich, please," said Dick. "I'll chop it up and put it in with the ham.
What wonderful ideas I do have, to be sure!"
Chapter Five
NIGHT AND MORNING
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AS they had their supper they talked about the queer new arrivals. Timmy sat close to George, trying to tell her that he was sorry for causing such a disturbance. She patted him and scolded him at the same time.
"I quite understand that you don't like the snakes, Timmy — but when I tell you to stop barking and come away you MUST do as you're told! Do you understand?"
Timmy's tail dropped and he put his big head on George's knee. He gave a little whine.
"I don't think he'll ever go near that box again, now he's seen the snakes that came out of it," said Anne.
"You should have seen how scared he was when he looked out of the window with me and saw them. He went and hid under the table."
"It's a pity we've made a bad start with the fair-folk," said Julian. "I don't expect they like children much, because as a rule the kids would make themselves an awful nuisance — peering here and poking there."
"I think I can hear more caravans arriving," said George, and Timmy pricked up his ears and growled. "Be quiet, Timmy. We're not the only ones allowed in this field!"
Dick went to the window and peered out into the twilight. He saw some large dark shapes in another part of the field, looming out of the darkness. A little camp-fire burned brightly in front of one, showing a small figure bending over it.
"These are jolly good sandwiches, Anne," said Dick. "What about another pickled onion, everyone?"
"No Dick," said Anne, firmly. "You've eaten your sandwich."
"Well, I can eat a pickled onion without a sandwich, can't I?" said Dick. "Hand over, Anne."
Anne wouldn't. "I've hidden them," she said. "You want some for tomorrow, don't you? Don't be greedy, Dick. Have a biscuit if you're still hungry."
"I meant to ask if we could have a camp-fire outside tonight," said George, remembering. "But somehow I feel so sleepy I think I'd nod off if I sat by it!"
"I feel sleepy too," said Anne. "Let's clear up, George, and snuggle into our bunks. The boys can go to their caravan and read or play games if they want to."
Dick yawned. "Well — I might read for a bit," he said. "I hope you've got enough water, Anne, for the various things you use it for — because I do NOT intend to stumble over this dark field to the stream, and fall over snakes and anything else the fair-folk may have strewn carelessly about the grass!"
"You don't think those snakes could get loose, do you?" said Anne, anxiously.
"Of course not!" said Julian. "Anyway, Timmy will bark the place down if even a hedgehog comes roving by, so you don't need to worry about snakes!"
The boys said good night and went off to their own caravan. The girls saw a light suddenly shine out there, and shadows moved across the curtains drawn over the windows.
"Dick's lighted their lamp," said Anne. Theirs was already lighted, and the caravan looked cosy and friendly.
Anne showed George how to put up her bunk. It clicked into place, felt nice and firm and was most inviting-looking.
The girls made their beds in the bunks, putting in sheets and blankets and rugs.
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