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"Where's my pillow?" asked George. "Oh — it's a cushion in the daytime, is it? What a good idea!"

    She and Anne took the covers off the two cushions in the chairs, and underneath were the pillow-cases over the pillows, ready for the night!
    They undressed, washed in stream water in the little sink, cleaned their teeth and brushed their hair. "Does the water go under the caravan when I pull the plug out of the sink?" said George. "Here goes!"
    The water gurgled out and splashed on the ground under the van. Timmy pricked up his ears and listened.
    He could see that he would have to get used to quite a lot of new noises here!
    "Got your torch?" said Anne when at last they had both got into their bunks. "I'm going to blow out the lamp. If you want anything in the night you'll have to put on your torch, George. Look at Timmy sitting on the floor still! He doesn't realize we've gone to bed! Tim — are you
    waiting for us to go upstairs? "
    Timmy thumped his tail on the floor. That was just exactly
    what he was waiting for. When George went to bed she always went upstairs, whether she was at school or at home — and
    though he hadn't managed to discover any stairs in the caravan
    yet, he was sure that George knew where they were!
    It took Timmy a few minutes to realize that George was
    going to sleep for the night in the bunk she had put up against
    the wall. Then, with one bound he was on top of her, and settled
    down on her legs. She gave a groan.
    "Oh, Timmy — you are rough! Get off my legs — get
    further down — get into the curve of my knees."
    Timmy found the bunk too small to be really comfortable.
    However he managed to curl himself up in as small a space as
    possible, put his head down on one of George's knees, gave one
    of his heavy sighs, and fell asleep.
    He had one ear open all the time, though — an ear for a rat that for some peculiar reason ran over the roof
    — an ear for a daring rabbit that nibbled the grass under the caravan — and a very alert ear for a big cockchafer that flew straight into the glass pane of the right-hand window, just above George's bunk.
    Plang! It collided with the pane, and fell back, stunned. Timmy couldn't for the life of him think what it was, but soon fell asleep again, still with one ear open. The blackbird in the hawthorn tree woke him up early. It had thought of a perfectly new melody, and was trying it out very loudly and deliberately. A thrush nearby joined in.
    "Mind how you do it, mind how you do it!" sang the thrush at the top of its voice. Timmy sat up and stretched. George woke up at once, because Timmy trod heavily on her middle.
    She couldn't think where she was at first, then she remembered and smiled. Of course — in a caravan, with Anne. How that blackbird sang — a better song than the thrush! Cows mooed in the distance, and the early morning sun slid in through the window and picked out the clock and the bowl of primroses.
    Timmy settled down. If George wasn't going to get up neither was he! George shut her eyes and fell asleep again too. Outside, the camp began to awake. Caravan doors opened. Fires were lighted. Somebody went down to the stream to get water.
    The boys came banging at the door of the girls' caravan. "Come on, sleepyheads! It's half-past seven, and we're hungry!"
    "Goodness!" said Anne, sitting up, bright-eyed with sleep. "George! Wake up!"
    It wasn't long before they were all sitting round a little fire, from which came a very nice smell. Dick was frying bacon and eggs, and the smell made everyone very hungry. Anne had boiled a kettle on her little stove, and made some tea. She came down the steps with a tray on which she had put the teapot and hot water.

    "Anne always does things properly," said Dick. "Here, hold your plate out, Ju — your bacon's done. Take your nose out of the way, Timmy, you silly dog — you'll get it splashed with hot fat again. Do look after Timmy when I'm cooking, George. He's already wolfed one slice of