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Five Go Off In A Caravan.
By Enid Blyton.
CHAPTER ONE
THE BEGINNING OF THE HOLIDAYS
'I do love the beginning of the summer hols,' said Julian. They always seem to stretch out ahead for ages and ages.'
'They go so nice and slowly at first,' said Anne, his little sister. 'Then they start to gallop.'
The others laughed. They knew exactly what Anne meant. 'Woof,' said a deep voice, as if someone else thoroughly agreed too.
'Timmy thinks you're right, Anne,' said George, and patted the big dog lying panting beside them. d.i.c.k patted him, too, and Timmy licked them both.
The four children were lying in a sunny garden in the first week of the holidays. Usually they went to their cousin Georgina's home for holidays, at Kirrin - but this time, for a change, they were all at the home of Julian, d.i.c.k and Anne.
Julian was the oldest, a tall, st.u.r.dy boy with a strong and pleasant face. d.i.c.k and Georgina came next. Georgina looked more like a curly-headed boy than a girl, and she insisted on being called George. Even the teachers at school called her George. Anne was the youngest, though, much to her delight, she was really growing taller now.
'Daddy said this morning that if we didn't want to stay here all the hols we could choose what we wanted to do,' said Anne. 'I vote for staying here.'
'We could go off somewhere just for two weeks, perhaps,' said d.i.c.k. 'For a change.'
'Shall we go to Kirrin, and stay with George's mother and father for a bit?' said Julian, thinking that perhaps George would like this.
'No,' said George at once. 'I went home at half-term, and Mother said Father was just beginning one of his experiments in something or other - and you know what that means. If we go there we'd have to walk about on tiptoe, and talk in whispers, and keep out of his way the whole time.'
'That's the worst of having a scientist for a father,' said d.i.c.k, lying down on his back and shutting his eyes. 'Well, your mother couldn't cope with us and with your father, too, in the middle of one of his experiments at the same time. Sparks would fly.'
'I like Uncle Quentin, but I'm afraid of him when he's in one of his tempers,' said Anne. 'He shouts so.'
'It's decided that we won't go to Kirrin, then,' said Julian, yawning. 'Not these hols, anyhow. You can always go and see Mother for a week or so, George, when you want to. What shall we do, then? Stay here all the time?'
They were now all lying down on their backs in the sun, their eyes shut. What a hot afternoon! Timmy sat up by George, his pink tongue hanging out, panting loudly.
'Don't, Timmy,' said Anne. 'You sound as if you have been running for miles, and you make me feel hotter than ever.'
Timmy put a friendly paw on Anne's middle and she squealed. 'Oh, Timmy - your paw's heavy. Take it off.'
'You know, I think if we were allowed to go off by ourselves somewhere, it would be rather fun,' said George, biting a blade of gra.s.s and squinting up into the deep blue sky. The biggest fun we've ever had was when we were alone on Kirrin Island, for instance. Couldn't we go off somewhere all by ourselves?'
'But where?' said d.i.c.k. 'And how? I mean we aren't old enough to take a car - though I bet I could drive one. It wouldn't be much fun going on bicycles, because Anne can't ride as fast as we can.'
'And somebody always gets a puncture,' said Julian.
'It would be jolly good fun to go off on horses,' said George. 'Only we haven't got even one.'
'Yes, we have - there's old Dobby down in the field,' said d.i.c.k. 'He is ours. He used to draw the pony-cart, but we don't use it any more now he's turned out to gra.s.s.'
'Well, one horse wouldn't take four of us, silly,' said George. 'Dobby's no good.'
There was a silence, and everyone thought lazily about holidays. Timmy snapped at a fly, and his teeth came together with a loud click.
'Wish I could catch flies like that,' said d.i.c.k, flapping away a blue-bottle. 'Come and catch this one, Timmy, old thing.'
'What about a walking tour?' said Julian after a pause. There was a chorus of groans.
'What! In this weather! You're mad!'
'We shouldn't be allowed to.'
'All right, all right,' said Julian. 'Think of a better idea, then.'
'I'd like to go somewhere where we could bathe,' said Anne. 'In a lake, for instance, if we can't go to the sea.'
'Sounds nice,' said d.i.c.k. 'My goodness, I'm sleepy. Let's hurry up and settle this matter, or I shall be snoring hard.'
But it wasn't easy to settle. n.o.body wanted to go off to an hotel, or to rooms. Grown-ups would want to go with them and look after them. And n.o.body wanted to go walking or cycling in the hot August weather.
'Looks as if we'll have to stay at home all the hols, then,' said Julian. 'Well - I'm going to have a snooze.'
In two minutes they were all asleep on the gra.s.s except Timmy. If his family fell asleep like this, Timmy considered himself on guard. The big dog gave his mistress George a soft lick and sat up firmly beside her, his ears c.o.c.ked, and his eyes bright. He panted hard, but n.o.body heard him. They were all snoozing deliciously in the sun, getting browner and browner.
The garden sloped up a hillside. From where he sat Timmy could see quite a long way, both up and down the road that ran by the house. It was a wide road, but not a very busy one, for it was a country district.
Timmy heard a dog barking in the distance, and his ears twitched in that direction. He heard people walking down the road and his ears twitched again. He missed nothing, not even the robin that flew down to get a caterpillar on a bush not far off. He growled softly in his throat at the robin - just to tell it that he was on guard, so beware.
Then something came down the wide road, something that made Timmy shake with excitement, and sniff at the strange smells that came floating up to the garden. A big procession came winding up the road, with a rumble and clatter of wheels - a slow procession, headed by a very strange thing.
Timmy had no idea what it was that headed the procession. Actually it was a big elephant, and Timmy smelt its smell, strange and strong, and didn't like it. He smelt the scent of the monkeys in their travelling cage, too, and he heard the barking of the performing dogs in their van.
He answered them defiantly. 'WOOF, WOOF, WOOF.'
The loud barking awoke all four children at once. 'Shut up, Timmy,' said George crossly. 'What a row to make when we're all having a nap.'
'WOOF,' said Timmy obstinately, and pawed at his mistress to make her sit up and take notice. George sat up. She saw the procession at once and gave a yell.
'Hey, you others. There's a circus procession going by. Look.'
They all sat up, wide awake now. They stared down at the caravans going slowly along, and listened to an animal howling, and the dogs barking.
'Look at that elephant, pulling the caravan along,' said Anne. 'He must be jolly strong.'
'Let's go down to the gate of the drive and watch,' said d.i.c.k. So they all got up and ran down the garden, then round the house and into the drive that led to the road. The procession was just pa.s.sing the gates.
It was a gay sight. The caravans were painted in brilliant colours, and looked spick and span from the outside. Little flowery curtains hung at the windows. At the front of each caravan sat the man or woman who owned it, driving the horse that pulled it. Only the front caravan was pulled by an elephant.
'Golly - doesn't it look exciting?' said George. 'I wish I belonged to a circus that went wandering all over the place all the year. That's just the sort of life I'd like.'