“It’s Liz,” said Sniffer. “She can get round any dog there is, Master George! Liz! You’re a monkey, aren’t you! Walk, then, walk!”

Liz left Timmy and ran over to Sniffer, walking daintily on her hind legs. George laughed. “What a funny little creature, like a bit cut out of a furry hearthrug!”

“She’s clever,” said Sniffer and patted Liz. “Well, Master George, when can I have Clip, do yon think? My father has gone off with the other caravans and he’s left me with ours. So it doesn’t matter whether it’s today or tomorrow, or even the next day.”

“Well, it won’t be today, that’s certain,” said George, pleased that Sniffer called her Master George not Miss. “It might perhaps be tomorrow. Haven’t you got a hanky, Sniffer? I never on my life heard anyone sniff as often as you do.”

Sniffer rubbed his sleeve across his nose. “I never had no hanky,” he said. “But I’ve got my sleeve, see?”

“I think you’re quite disgusting,” said George. “I’m going to give you one of my own hankies, and you’re to use it. You’re not to keep sniffing like that.”

“Didn’t know I did,” said Sniffer, half sulkily. “What’s it matter, anyway?”

But George had gone indoors and up the stairs. She chose a large hanky, in red and white stripes. That would do nicely for Sniffer! She took it down to him. He looked at it in surprise.

“That’s a scarf for my neck!” he said.

“No, it isn’t. It’s a hanky for your nose,” said George. “Haven’t you a pocket to put it in? That’s right. Now, use it instead of sniffing, for goodness’ sake!”

“Where are the others?” asked Sniffer, putting the hanky carefully into his pocket, almost as if it were made of glass.

“Gone riding,” said George, shortly.

“They said they would come and see my caravan,” said Sniffer. “They said so!”

“Well, they won’t be able to today,” said George. “They’ll be back too late, I expect. I’ll come and see it, though. There’s nobody in it, is there?”

George was not keen on meeting Sniffer’s father or any other of his relations! He shook his head. “No, it’s empty. My father’s gone, I told you, and my aunt and my grandma too.”

“What do you do on the moor?” asked George, as she followed Sniffer across the field and up the hill to where the caravans had stood. Now only one was left - Sniffer’s.

“Play around,” said Sniffer, and gave an enormous sniff. George gave him a shove in the back.

“Sniffer! What did I give you the hanky for? Don’t do that! It gets on my nerves!”

Sniffer used his sleeve at once, but fortunately George didn’t notice. She had now come to the caravan and was staring at it. She thought of Sniffer’s answer to her question a minute or two back.

“You said you just played around on the moor. But what does your father do, and your uncle and grandad and all the rest of the men? There’s nothing to do there at all, as far as I can see, and no farmhouse to beg eggs or milk or anything from.”