“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. “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!