4-AWAY THEY GO!

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The caravans went slowly down the wide road. James was so happy that he sang at the top of his voice, and the others joined in the choruses. Fawkes  squaked  excitedly. He was sitting on one side of Robert and as Anne was on the other Robert was decidedly squashed. But little things like that did not bother her at all. 

Dobby plodded on slowly, enjoying the sunshine and the little breeze that raised the hairs on his mane. Trotter followed at a short distance. He was very much interested in Fawkes, and always turned his head when the bird squaked or got in the air  for a round. It was fun to have two horses and a bird to travel with. 

It had been decided that they should make their way towards the hills where they hoped to find the circus. James had traced the place in his map. He was sure it must be right because of the lake that lay in the valley at the foot of the hills.

'See?' he said to the others, pointing. There it is — Lake Groosham. I bet we'll find the circus camp somewhere near it. It would be a very good place for all their animals — no one to interfere with the camp, plenty of water for both animals and men, and probably good farms to supply them with food.' 

'We'll have to find a good farm ourselves tonight,' said Harry. 'And ask permission to camp. Lucky we've got that little book telling us where to go and ask.' 

Anne thought with delight of the coming evening, when they would stop and camp, cook a meal, drowse over a camp-fire, and go to sleep in the little bunks. She didn't know which was nicer — ambling along down country lanes with the caravans — or preparing to settle in for the night. She was sure it was going to be the nicest holiday they had ever had.

'Don't you think so?' she asked Robert as they sat together on the driving-seat, with Fawkes, for once, circling beside the caravan, and leaving them a little more room than usual. 'You know, most of our hols have been packed with adventures — awfully exciting, I know — but I'd like an ordinary holiday now, wouldn't you — not too exciting.'

Oh, I like adventures,' said Robert, shaking the reins and making Trotter do a little trot. 'I wouldn't a bit mind having another one. But we shan't this time, Anne. No such luck!' 

They stopped for a meal at half-past twelve, all of them feeling very hungry. Dobby and Trotter moved towards a ditch in which long, juicy grass grew, and munched away happily. 

The children lay on a sunny bank and ate and drank. Anne looked at Robert. 'You've got more freckles these hols, Robert, than you ever had in your life before.' 

'That doesn't worry me!' said Robert, who never cared in the least how she looked, and was even angry with her hair for being too curly, and making her look too much like a girl. 'Pass the sandwiches, Anne — the tomato ones — golly, if we always feel as hungry as this we'll have to buy eggs and bacon and butter and milk at every farm we pass!'

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They set off again. Harry  took his turn at driving Dobby, and James walked to stretch his legs. Robert  still wanted to drive, but Anne felt too sleepy to sit beside her with safety. 

 'If I shut my eyes and sleep I shall fall off the seat,' she said. 'I'd better go into the caravan and sleep there.'

So in she went, all by herself. It was cool and dim inside the caravan, for the curtains had been pulled across the window to keep the inside cool. Anne climbed on to one of the bunks and lay down. She shut her eyes. The caravan rumbled slowly on, and the little girl fell asleep.

James  peeped in at her and grinned. Fawkes came and looked, too, but James wouldn't let him go in and wake Anne by licking her. 

'You come and walk near me, Fawkes,' he said. 'You're getting fat. Exercise will do you good.'

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